Haunted Island of Dolls

Decaying dolls handing by the neck from trees, strung up on lines stretching across an island, stuck to the walls of an old hunt. They own the island- waiting at every path, beckoning you to join them. Their ancient bodies falling apart. Plastic limbs cover the ground.  Their skin peeling, discolored. Their dead eyes always looking at you. Their blank Read more…

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