I had writer’s block.
So terribly that whenever I scribbled a single word onto a page, I wouldn’t be able to justify its existence.
Then today I found out something eerie, and I had to write about it.
Isla de las Munecas
Ahan, the Island of the Dolls. It’s a small island, a ‘floating garden’ really, located just South of Mexico City. There’s a legend about the tiny land, which basically states that: There once lived a happy caretaker on the island named Don Julian Barrera. It isn’t clear how many other people lived there, I’m assuming the legend doesn’t concern itself with eye witnesses or anything real. So, one day Barrera saw a little girl drowning in the river. He ran to save her, but it was too late and she sank heavy into the depths below.
Barrera was consumed with regret at seeing such a loss of human life. Another fine day (there seemed to be many), he found a doll floating in the river the girl drowned in. Lonely and old, he fished it out, believing it to be the spirit of the girl who had died there. Umm, yeah.
From then on, he continued to (it is unclear why) litter the island with tens of dolls, placing some in trees, some on the ground, until it looked like an incredibly gruesome tea party. He believed all the dolls carried spirits of dead little girls. Probably wasn’t in the best frame of mind, I’m guessing. It’s not clear whether he made these dolls or just happened to come across random ones floating in the river. In any case, to this day there are hundreds of dolls on the island, some with no eyes, some with no limbs, and all with a putrid aura of death and torture.
Basically, the guide and the boatman who take you there (God knows if you ever want to go), frighten you off the bat by hinting they might leave you stranded there overnight. And then of course you fall for the bait because you don’t want to spend all night staring into lifeless glazed blue eyes or having plastic arms and feet touch you everywhere.
For the record, it’s become a tourist destination for those interested in other realms, and morbidity fanatics. Commercially, many people make money off of the spirits of the little girls trapped in their plastic shells.
For a minute, if one were to imagine there were actually spirits possessing these dolls, of all the little Mexican girls who had died in unfortunate circumstances, well then. You have an island full of ghosts and other things that go bump in the dark.I think I want my writer’s block back. Armed with a heavy quilt and a flashlight.