Jen and I found Matthew in a Crescent City junk/antique shop:
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The lady running the shop told us that the doll is connected to a local legend. Apparently, back in the early 20th century, a moderately wealthy family settled in the area — a mother, a father, and their toddler-age son Matthew. One summer day, Matthew snuck away from the house to play in the nearby bay—and drowned.
As you’d expect, the parents were crushed. In an attempt to move on, they commissioned the creation of a doll in Matthew’s image. By all accounts, the doll’s resemblance was uncanny. But it wasn’t enough; a few months after the the doll’s completion, Matthew’s mother drowned herself in the same bay. After burying his wife, the father left town—leaving all his possessions behind—and was never heard from again.
After awhile, local folks looted the house, and over the course of decades, many of those stolen items began showing up in local shops. “Matthew”, we were told, was a fairly recent addition to the store’s inventory.
An interesting tale, to be sure. But neither of us had any interest in purchasing the doll; that thing is fucking creepy.
