To the left is a picture of a Voodoo doll believed to be put in the path of someone at their place of employment. It was strategically placed in the parking lot facing the individual's car. This looks like one of those Brat dolls you can find in any department store. But how would you know it is carrying a curse?
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Haunted Creepy Dolls
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As our boat drifts ever closer, we see that many of these grubby infants are missing limbs, covered in cobwebs, or crudely lashed to the boughs with rusted metal wires.
As our boat pulls alongside the shallow flight of steps that leads onto the island, the roar of what sounds like a chainsaw buzzing to life shatters the silence. We half expect Leatherface to come hurtling towards us from the wooden shack in the centre of the island, intent on adding our heads to his macabre gallery of death.
Thankfully, the ‘chainsaw’ turns out to be a local gardener who’s merely firing up his lawn mower behind the ramshackle tool shed. But with hundreds of plastic eyes following our every move, the sense of foreboding that consumed us as we approached the island shows no signs of abating, and gets steadily worse as we discover the true horrors of Mexico City’s creepiest attraction.
Plastic Nightmare
The Island Of The Dolls – located in the vast, bewildering network of canals that lies to the south of Mexico
City, between the urban sprawl and the more traditional farmland region called Xochimilco (pronounced so-chee-meel-koh and meaning ‘place of flowers’) – is rich in history and superstition.
Created by the hermit Don Julián Santana who, despite having a wife and family, chose to live alone on the island for over 50 years before his death in 2001, the Island Of The Dolls is a shrine to a dead girl who was said to haunt him, and in whose honour he collected dolls, to calm her restless spirit.
“There are many stories about why the dolls are here,” says Don Julián’s cousin, Anastasio, one of several family members who now curate the island, welcome visitors, and charge a token fee to take photos.
“Some people claim Don Julián was mad, and that he’d fish dolls out of the canal believing they were real children, and that he could nurse them back to life. But the real story is that, soon after Don Julián arrived on the island, he came to believe this place was haunted by the spirit of a poor young girl who drowned in the canal. So when he saw a doll floating past he took it and put it on a tree, both to protect himself from evil and make the dead girl happy. But one doll wasn’t enough; soon Don Julián had made the entire island into a shrine.”
For decades, Don Julián amassed a huge collection of dolls that had been rejected by their owners, either plucking them out of the canal as they bobbed past, or scavenging toys from rubbish heaps on rare excursions from his secluded home.
In later years, locals began to trade old dolls with Don Julián in return for home-grown vegetables, and before his death the hermit’s cadaverous collection covered every inch of the island – each unloved toy receiving a second lease of life as part of his surreal shrine.
The Rot Sets In
Walking around the tiny island, what’s most striking is how the dolls have naturally decomposed over time, creating a gallery of eerie and nightmarish faces.
As well as damage from the sun – which leaves many of the dolls covered in bubbles, blotches and blisters – the wind and rain have also left their mark, eroding any surface paint and leaving behind pale, skull-like faces, or gradually gnawing away the dolls’ fake hair to create jagged tufts that make them look as if they’re suffering from an agonising wasting disease.
Many are also missing arms or legs – or have been given the limb of another doll that clearly doesn’t match – and even toys without heads are welcome on the island, many strung from washing lines or shoved into the gaps between branches, their exposed necks becoming a home for the exotic spiders and insects that inhabit this sprawling agricultural region.
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