Idolatry

Now this was an unusual find.  Most of the dolls I have collected have some sort of means of conveyance.  Wheels or legs, sometimes stranger devices, but it was always apparent how the doll moved.  This is most important, as my research clearly showed that the dolls were coming to Centralia from their points of origin.  That, I assumed, was always a landfill or dump.  The tons and tons of refuse piled and compressed, replicating conditions of primordial ooze, creating new forms of life, which then migrated to their new home.

Again, my assumption was that these creatures behaved like an ant colony, and simply followed the path found by their predecessors, ensuring that the trail became stronger with use.  This doll.  This one defies all of my previous expectations.

This doll was clearly a native of Centralia.  It obviously has no way to move about, the heads are fixed to the ends of branches as if they had grown there.  As if, no, it’s just ridiculous to think.  That the dolls have somehow found a way to reproduce?  Becoming part of the man-made corrupted landscape we call Centralia?

No.  It’s madness to think that the dolls are actually growing there.  Yet this specimen I found and removed from a strange, twisted tree seems to indicate that may be exactly what is happening.  More and more I find this story of a “coal fire” coming unraveled as I encounter such bizarre mutations in the area.  What really happened in Centralia?  I intend to find out.