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The raindrops pelted my helicopter windshield like a nagging wife whose husband gave her deaf ears. I hated the rain. I hated Mexico. I hated Latin America. Picking Mexico as a vacation spot was my wife’s idea, she wanted to see the “beauty” of Mexico. Me on the other hand, I wanted to go to the United States of America . I was thinking of moving some businesses there. I could faintly see the outlines of Lake Xochimilco as the main rotor droned on. This helicopter was my most treasured possession; it gave me the luxury of escaping from everything and just being in the air to clear my head.
My alarms started sounding off, I looked at my radar, I was losing attitude and fast. It was as if there was an unseen hand dragging down my copter and before I could even gather my thoughts and radio in on my situation, tree branches were the only thing I could see on my windshield as the helicopter crashed to the ground and I blacked out.
I had heard of Isla de las Munecas from a Youtube documentary. In English, it meant The Island of Dolls. It used to be a tourist attraction some years back, but now it was deserted. I wonder what kind of sadistic people would want to see an island filled with decapitated dolls. I tried to gather my thoughts literarily as my head was banging with a migraine. I looked around and didn’t expect what I got. The dolls looked even scarier on ground. Most of them had eyes; it was as if the soulless eyes watched your every move, waiting for you to let your guard down. Dolls were littered everywhere on the trees. Some were hung, others pinned and nailed in different positions.
The island caused my bones to shake, I had this cold feeling I could not shake. I was beginning to lose the light of day and hunger was beginning to gnaw at my stomach like an unsatisfied slave master. I had tried to radio to the nearest tower but I couldn’t get any signal. This wasn’t how I planned to spend my day, trapped in a creepy island without any knowledge of the terrain. My military background kicked in, I knew I had to find high ground for me to camp and wait out the night. I ravaged through my things in the helicopter and luckily I found a lighter, two energy bars and two glow sticks. I was grateful.
It was pitch dark, I couldn’t see beyond my light. I started my trek towards higher ground to avoid being caught unawares by some hungry beast. I found a suitable spot to lay my head for the night. I gathered as much dry wood as I could, which was an herculean task due to the perpetual rain in these parts. When I gathered the wood, I lit it up and I was happy to have warmth. I was awaken from my sleep by whispers from high up in the trees, like the wind was telling tales. The whispers were followed by a loud cackle that shook me to my spine. I shot straight up, my eyes cleared from sleep. I felt like there was a presence watching me. I looked to the nearest trees and I couldn't see the dolls around me. I turned and saw fleeting shadows in the dark. A chilling wind blew through and the fire went off immediately and it all turned blue.
