In this story, Eline Santos gives a different take on the usual suspense stories for kids -- that which talks about black magic and friendship. After all, friends look after one another just as how siblings would do.
In one of these shops, there was a doll maker with a bat-winged store. And her brand of magic was the sinister kind.
Manang Bolabola would sit outside her little shop, eyes halfclosed, as if sleeping. But the truth was she saw, smelled, and heard everything. She was watching and waiting for the right kind of material to make her dolls with.
Tin worried about Ella.
The girls shared a very special bond, maybe because they were both born on Christmas day. They looked out for each other and always knew each other’s thoughts and feelings, even without speaking.
Tin hoped Ella was not in trouble. But she had not seen her since yesterday and she could not quell the uneasy feeling in her heart.
In the secret room, the shelves were filled with dolls of every shape and size. Many of the girls were in Maria Clara dresses and baro’t saya while the boys were in barong. A few wore exotic, tribal clothing. There were also some in Western-style clothes, kimonos, and cheongsams.
Ella could see her ivory hands and a cry began to rise from her porcelain throat — but the scream was frozen inside and no one could hear her. No one, that is, except her fellow dolls.
You do not want to call the attention of the doll maker.
Ella heard a voice in her head and she knew it was the doll beside her.
She might harvest your eyes, warned another voice.
“Harvest my eyes?” Ella wondered.
She collects us for our souls, the voices continued to explain. The essence of it is in our eyes and when she has need of it, she harvests them and then we are no more.
Ella shuddered. You still move. Somebody still thinks of you.
That was when Ella felt her own fingers bend somewhat, though she could not clench them in her fear and anger.
“What happens when you are forgotten?”
You are frozen forever. There is no chance of escape.
“How?” Ella asked. “How can we escape?”
We do not know. The voices then fell silent for a long time.
Tin woke up in a cold sweat, gulping in lungfuls of air, trying not to scream. In her dream, she had been frozen and was unable to move. Instinctively, she knew. Ella, where are you?
In the chilly, predawn darkness, Tin dressed. She had no idea where to go or what to do, but she felt compelled to move.
I must find Ella.
Although she was early, there was a mass of people already milling about. Tin remembered then that it was the feast of the Black Nazarene. In that chaos, Tin knew it was more likely that she would get crushed and trampled on, rather than find her missing friend. Silently, she begged the heavens for help.
She walked among the stalls and stores calling for Ella in her mind. How she knew where to go, she could not explain.
Before she knew it, she was standing in front of a store with plastic dolls, teddy bears, and curly-tailed pigs. Despite the ordinariness of the shop’s appearance, the hairs on her nape stood on end, warning her.
Outside, an old woman sat on a stool, sleeping.
Something inside her warned her to be very, very careful.
When she bumped into a tall, dark man, she almost gave a shout. But the man with the thorny-looking hat had the kindest eyes and she knew that he was there to help. He put his finger to his lips and placed something in her hand.
It was a plastic water gun filled with a blood-colored liquid. Before she could ask or thank him, he was gone.
Carefully, Tin made her way to the back of the shop, lifted the flap and crawled underneath.
Immediately, Tin felt suffocated. She felt watched by hundreds of eyes as fear rooted her legs in place.
She heard the soft swish of a curtain. “Hello,” the doll maker grinned. “Admiring my doll collection, I see. Not very nice of you, sneaking in. All you had to do was ask and I would have warmly welcomed you.”
The hairs on the back of Tin’s neck wanted to pop out of their roots, but something in the old lady’s voice was strangely compelling.
Tin felt her fear fade.
Slowly, she reached for the chocolate. Then the room became heavy again, as hundreds of unheard screams weighed down on her shoulders.
“Go on, my dear, take a bite.”
Tin bit halfway into the chocolate and as the sweet melted on her tongue, Ella’s voice was suddenly in her head.
First published in hardcover by CANVAS, 2010
Online e-book version 2010
Printed in the Republic of the Philippines
Book and Cover Design by Daniel Palma Tayona
Photography by Mike Cheung and Ocs Alvarez
To download a free copy of Doll Eyes, visit www.canvas.ph.