Dear readers, recently your quite directionally challenged journalist decided to take a little vacation via the Massachusetts coast line. Why do I say directionally challenged, you may ask? Well beloved readers. To put it quite short and blunt, this one got lost! Instead of finding charming little coastal towns to take in some chowder, what was found is something quite different.
After being lost in the fog for roughly two days I had finally found a sign of life, so I thought, in the form of a sign. No, dear reader, not a figurative sign, a city sign. One had to get quite close to it to be able to read. It was quiet.. For lack of a better word, decrepit. However, the name could be made out! The sign read “Welcome to the township of Innsmouth”. Simply glad to have some reference to where I had landed, and in hindsight, one should have stopped to wonder why it was in such a state.
After a sigh of relief, this writer took out her map to figure out where she had gotten wrong, only to find that there was little to find, as it was not on the map. Struggling to hold back a series of expletives no lady should utter, I trudged on to see if I could find someone to assist in my plight.
First thing to note, there is stillness. An extremely noticeable stillness. I heard neither man nor animal, the trees were still as if breeze had never even so much as existed to them. The fog, isolating all around, made it near impossible to see what was ahead. Inside the town itself I was shocked! What had happened here?
Everything, damp, decaying, void of life. Occasionally a glow seemingly from within the fog itself would catch my eye. At one point it felt as though eyes were on me. Shaking this off and pushing on, I came to notice a theater. Peeking into the establishment, I was quite surprised. A film playing for no one. As if ghosts themselves were watching unseen. How could a theater in such a state be functioning? Better yet, who loaded the reel?
A meow and very small foot pattern seemed loud enough to startle me out of my train of thought. Did I follow that sound? Naturally! Who would not follow a cat? When lost, this writer has learned to always follow anything remotely familiar and comforting, such as cats. However, this particular feline appeared to be wearing a.. Fishing hat and vest? Dearest readers, I am going to continue to follow this feline, because now it seems to be leading me to the sound of a man singing an old sea hymn.
Tread carefully, perhaps you can find this reporter HERE and I shall update as this mystery unfolds
A Doll's Journey 
