Hey, everybody. It is Dylan here. And as we are entering into the spooky season, I'm

here to tell you a bit of a spooky story. And joining me to tell this story is Johanna

Mayer. Hi, Johanna. Hello, Dylan. It's a spooky story, but it's also kind of a sad story.

It is. And an eerie story. And, well, a creepy story, I would say. Well, with that, let's

begin. Deep in the canals outside of Mexico City, you'll find an island. And no one lives

on this island, but it still draws a certain kind of person to it. You have to take a

gondola to get there. And that's only if a gondolaer will actually agree to take you.

There's some flat out refuse to go to the island. And if you do get someone to take

you, as you paddle through these canals, all is quiet and still between these green

grass banks and the waters. And when you reach this island, you step onto shore. What

you'll see are hundreds of glassy, vacant eyes staring right back at you. The island

is called the Isla de las Muñecas, where the island of the dolls. And that is because it

is covered in them. Dolls hang from the trees and groups. They're strung up along fences.

They sway in the wind. Some of the faces are ancient and chipping away. Some don't even

have faces. One doll's pupils have worn entirely off, leaving only the whites of its eyes

to stare at you. Hundreds of decomposing dolls are the only residents of this island.

But there was a man who used to live there. His name was Don Julien Centeno Pereira,

and legend has it, the dolls belong to him. The story goes that one day Don Julien found a

little girl drowned in the canal. And shortly after floating in the same spot, he found the

girl's toy doll. They say Don Julien began to fish doll after doll out of the canals and the

trash. Some say it was to honor the drowned girl. And others say it was to ward off her unsettled

spirit. The story ends as eerily as it began. When Don Julien died, it was in the very same place,

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