Yo, Prospect Park: Stephen King Is Calling, and He Wants His Creepy, Mysterious Animal Butchery Storyline Back
Chicken heads, necks, and bloody piles of entrails....its just another beautiful day at Prospect Park.
Some freaky deaky shit is apparently going down in our lovely park, and no one knows who (or what) is responsible. But lately its been looking a hell of a lot like a Pet Cemetary...or a ritualistic crime scene.
And someone(thing) keeps piling all the guts and gore up in pretty much the exact same spot in the SW corner of the park near the lakebed:
“Everybody wants to feed the ducks, and there are chicken heads floating around. They need to come and rake this stuff out.” “Maybe [the intestines] could be left over from a voodoo or Santeria ritual?” said another park goer.
Dub tee eff, people?