The holiday season has arrived: hordes of psychotic shoppers swarm the malls, horribly cheery music issues from every speaker, and living snowmen parade across your TV like the living dead. It’s kind of obnoxious. So I’ve decided to turn the 12 Days of Christmas into the 12 Days of Creep-mas. Feel free to sing along.
On the first day of Creep-mas, my zombie gave to me:
A creepy doll in a tree.
You remember that short story I reviewed a while back, about the Island of the Dolls in Mexico? Yeah, I’m not kidding; that place is super creepy. Rotting dolls hang from every branch, their glassy-eyed gaze piercing any traveler who dares enter their deathless domain.
But wait! Dolls are supposed to be nice and innocent and…