It has taken this writer some time to find a new and notable place to wander. Upon hearing of mysterious dollhouses in the middle of the forest on a distant island.. I set forth hoping to find ideas or others like myself.
What I found there, Dear reader, was darkness. A dark eerily abandoned, or as it seemed, playground. It was found rather quickly, upon approach, that it was very much occupied. By what? I cannot say or begin to fathom.
Narrowly dodging small hands I found myself rather befuddled in the midst of a maze. Even there, I was not alone! There were .. remains.. that’s the best I can use to describe the residents of the maze. Crying, calling, begging for attention. To be seen, to be heard. In fright this writer ran as fast as she could for what seems days.
After stubmling though a hedge I found myself staring at a crying statue overlooking a cemetery. However, just next to this cemetery, a path! Yes, dear readers! A path right to what I had hoped would be a magical land of dolls. I ask you, is it my day to be wrong on everything?
The doll houses were as dark as the rest.. if not more so! Looking back at the photos taken, there are much darker things this reporter may have very narrowly escaped. It is eerie to think back on.. I will leave you with the photographs..
If you dare to brave the dollhouse forest, you may find it HERE
A Doll's Journey 