Island of the Headless Dolls

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"The navigation equipment must have malfunctioned," Connie muttered to herself, as she emerged from the seaplane.

She stepped on to a beach covered with crimson-red sand. It was littered with doll heads. She found herself shivering, despite the triple-digit temperature.

She headed back to the plane to gather some supplies. "Guess I'll have to make camp."

Connie wandered deeper into the island. She approached a forest that  seemed to be shrouded in darkness. As she carved an "X" into the nearest tree, to mark her path, it began to bleed. Connie dropped the knife, and froze in terror.

She screamed, as she noticed that headless dolls hung from the branches of nearby trees. She heard the sound  of children's laughter. "Help me! Help me! Help me! a disembodied voice  shouted from every direction. "Momma punished me! I've been bad! I can't find my body!"

Connie awoke to an elderly man, with a white beard, standing over her. She pulled off the blanket.

"Settle down, child, " Louie said, "You're safe now."

"Where am I? What happened?" Connie noticed her head was throbbing. She propped herself up on the bed.

"Here, this will help," Louie handed her a bowl of stew. "You fainted! This island will steal your soul if you're not careful! No one is safe here after sundown. This place is cursed!"

Connie almost jumped out of bed, as she noticed animal parts arranged in a circle around the kettle. "What is this place?!"

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Louie replied, "Come with me." He led her to the outside door. There was an "X" on the door written in blood."Do you see that?"

Connie nodded. She was visibly trembling.

"That's what we have to do, to keep safe," Louie took a swig from his flask. "There are only four residents on this island. This is my week to make a sacrifice."

"To whom?" Connie inquired.

Louie sighed. "No one really knows. Here, you're going to want a drink." He handed Connie a glass of moonshine. "This island was cursed long ago. According to legend, several mothers who were fed up with their children, took them to the town witch, to have them punished. These children's souls have become trapped in the plastic bodies of the dolls."

Connie, and Louie watched in horror as the eyes of the doll heads lit up, and slid across the sand, in a mad scramble to find their bodies.

Submitted: August 17, 2017

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A pretty creepy tale here, Madame Hellshadow. Nicely done!

Fri, August 18th, 2017 6:31pm


Very gripping. I love the idea of your story. Very dark and appealing to me. Just for a thought, you could write a back story to how the island became the way it did, even though there is a little line in the story that gives a reason to the island. Nicely done.

"Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work." - Stephen King

Sun, September 17th, 2017 8:29pm

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