Panicked adults believed giggling lost children were hiding in the neglected park, yet after parting the tall green blades to take a look, they found only empty juice boxes, scattered ZBar wrappers, and the ghostly sight of large discarded plastic children's toys brought by neighbors as an offering to the spooky tots. May the abandoned scooters, push-cars, and faded trashy relics keep the haunting youth occupied, lest they turn to more destructive game-playing.

Have you encountered the creature near the park entrance, where the monstrosity swung wildly thirty feet in the air, its hydraulic arms whirring frantically as the Jack-o'-Lantern rider cackled over the hum of a two-stroke engine? Beware as the ghostly apparition of this telescoping rig has been known to vanish and reappear, perhaps to claim its next victim…

Dripping with lakewater, she silently holds a soggy QFC jelly doughnut in her pale hand, its crimson filling glistening in the fog. Dog walkers swear that if you listen closely, you can hear the faint chime of her scooter unlocking, followed by a chilling whisper across the mist: “Are you going to finish that?”