The Island of the Dolls

Episode 5: La Corazon-The Heart

Sam paced around the kitchen
"How much time do we have??"
Your friends body will quickly deteriorate unless we finish the spell before 3 am on June 16th, the day of the beast.Without his body there will be no vessel for a new soul and he will be lost forever.
"June 16th?! That's in three days!"
Which is why I said we must work quickly.
"Where is your body buried?"
On the southernmost tip of the island there is an abandoned church, on the back of the property you'll find a graveyard.
"So we could've explored an abandoned church and graveyard but noo we had to go for the creepy doll shack."
Once you harvest the heart bring it back to me so I can begin the second part of the spell.
"Wait, aren't you coming with me?"
I can't, the property is holy ground and I'm a damned soul. My spirit and this vessel would burn.
"Fine."
Sam looked out at the setting sun and then back at his best friend. Grabbing his backpack he whispered, "I'll be back soon Colby, don't worry. Everything's going to be ok."
And with that he left the abandoned house behind him and began his trek to the church.
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The spires were skeletons of what they once had been, the paint was chipped and the brick, crumbled. Unlike most abandoned places, this one had no graffiti which somehow made it creepier. Sam faced the stone walls, overgrown with ivy and the once beautiful stained glass windows that were now caked with dust. He then pushed his way through the overgrowth of weeds and thorn bushes to the back of the church and found the graveyard.
Above on an iron gate was an inscription, en este mundo matraca de morir nadie se escapa- In this painful world, no one escapes death.
With that message of encouragement Sam passed under the gates and through the rows and rows of faded gravestones. The inscriptions were worn away by time and it didn't help that Sam didn't know Allison's last name. The body, or vessel as she called it, Allison was inhabiting was that of a little girl so she must've died young. He made his way to a back corner of the cemetery and found a ominous collection of flea bitten stuffed animals and rust covered toys, the children's section of the cemetery. Every grave was of a child under the age of ten, the ones that died most recently were in better condition because the locals that didn't believe in the curse on the island did their best to restore the graveyard. In the very back was a grave that was overrun by weeds and seemed to almost sink into the earth. The only thing Sam could make out was a carving of a doll at the head of the gravestone.
Sam was about to look around for a shovel when the ground beneath him began to shake.
The earth shifted and the casket rose from underneath the dirt.
Be gentle with me, please.
Sam cleared his throat, "U-Uh of course..umm thanks."
He knelt in front of the casket and found that the rotted wooden lid easily gave way from the rest of it. A cloud of dirt and dust rose from inside and Sam's eyes burned as he coughed. He should've brought his mask. When the dusk cleared he saw the tiny skeleton of a little girl with patches of dark brown hair.
"Umm Allison you're a skeleton, there's no heart here."
At my head there should be a parcel wrapped in cloth.
"I see it."
Grab it.
He picked up the small parcel, "what is it?"
My preserved heart.
Sam felt a shiver crawl down his spine, "..Oh."
Hurry bring it back and I will begin the second part of the spell.
Sam began to stand up when he felt a pulsing in his hands and he heard something that sounded like a throbbing heartbeat.
"Your-your heart.."
What?
The throbbing got louder and louder until Sam's skull felt like a car that was vibrating from blasting the radio with the windows rolled up.
"Make it stop! Please!"
His head was throbbing so much that his nose began to bleed and he clutched at his ears, trying to block out the invisible noise.
Sam! Sam can you hear me?
Sam dropped the heart and cradled his aching head, he dropped to the floor and laid there until the pulsing stopped and the buzzing in his ears went away.
Sam are you ok?
"I-I'm fine."
He quickly got to his feet, wobbling a little, then shoved the heart in his backpack.
"Just be ready for the spell ok?"
There was silence then, almost nonchalantly, she responded.
Ok.
The moon shone through the trees and Sam's heart began to race, they only had two more days to save Colby. Sam wouldn't let him die, he could never be Sam and...
He couldn't live his life or continue the channel without him, he couldn't do this alone.
He whispered once more to the stars or god or whatever was up there.
"Please, please don't take him from me. Without him I would just be a shy, awkward, little band geek stuck in Kansas and dreaming of a better life. Colby gave me hope and taught me how to be confident in myself. But even more than that he stayed by my side even when we were sitting on a dumpster couch in a crappy two bedroom apartment in Los Angeles.
It was supposed to always be me and him versus the world."
The moon was blocked by clouds and he was left in darkness for the entire trip back to the house.

Did I just fit two chapters in one because I did basically nothing plot wise in the last chapter? Yes, yes I did. Am I going to post this again without editing at 1 am? Yes, yes I am. But I'm glad you guys are enjoying the story, it's definitely turning out differently than I thought it would. Again, if you have any requests for imagines or trap house x readers than leave them in the comments below for a future book!
-Ali❤️