The Island of the Dolls

Have you ever wanted to live on an island covered in dolls, of which most are probably haunted with the souls of the now dead? If so, I have a few questions. First off, why? Secondly, why?

Anyway, this island is pretty terrifying. I’m not even there and I have goosebumps. How is this a tourist attraction?

I’m getting sidetracked.

Where do we begin? Well, I suppose it’s best to start at the beginning.

The island is located a little South of Mexico City, between the canals of Xochimico, and it’s quite small. This size, however, only adds to the tragedy of the place.

The entirety of the island is dedicated to a little girl whose soul is thought to reside there. So, while that ghost girl is doing ghost stuff, there’s hundreds of dolls strapped to trees.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Hey, that’s pretty terrifying.” You’re right, but it gets worse.

Most of these dolls are missing limbs, most notably their heads. Again, I know what you’re thinking. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep at night. Thanks.” I’m sorry, but if it makes you feel any better, I probably won’t be sleeping much after reading about this island.

In the day, the island looks pretty silly. It’s like a 5th grade teacher designed the school gymnasium for Halloween; but at night, O God, it is not okay. It’s not funny anymore.

Apparently the soul of the girl is in each of the dolls. She died because she drowned, but the circumstances of her drowning are oddly mysterious.

There’s legends of this island that speak of the heads of the dolls moving during the night, especially if no one is watching them.

People have also said they’ve heard the dolls whispering each other. What kind of profound discussions they could be having is beyond me, but if you’ve ever talked to yourself in the shower, you can probably imagine how personal they probably are.

There was a caretaker on the island. It’s said that he failed the save the girl’s life, and felt much guilt and anguish over it. Soon after, he found a doll floating in the water. It’s believed the doll belonged to the girl, but it could just be coincidental.

He took the doll and hung it from a tree, in honor of the girl. This guy did a nice thing, right? Apparently, the girl started taking advantage of this guy. She made him put more dolls up in order to please her. How more dolls would do anything to please a spirit is beyond me, but there must be some rhyme or reason.

The caretaker personally believed the dolls soon became possessed by spirits of other girls, despite not dying on the island of which the dolls are located. People who were close to him said that around this time, the caretaker changed. It was like something was controlling him, forcing him to put up these dolls.

In the end, he died in the exact same spot the original girl did, by drowning.

If that’s not nightmare fuel, I don’t know what is. Just imagine this place at night. For real.

This one is more funny than scary. It looks like the Nevermind album cover.

This does not look like a doll . . .

My dear God.

The caretaker, Julian Barrera.

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