Chapter 43

There were dolls from all sizes, shapes, and types, literally hanging by ropes knotted around their necks, from the small ones made of simple cloth to the real size ones that resembled a person so much that only the plants growing over them or the cracked sides indicated me that those glassy following eyes did not hold a light of their own as much as it seemed as when we move along their lines.

If it was just the small ones, the ones sewed by hand with buttons for eyes, or the more complex ones made for little children to play with, I would think it to be some sort of celebration; a very eerie and unsettling one, but I did not expect less from the supernatural; but the big ones, swinging about as the wind brushed then making the ropes around their neck creak eerily all around us, those ones gave the edge needed for this to be outright morbid.