Woods of Cronan Park
It was a childhood memory, growing up in the small neighborhood. Nobody had any reason
to hate another, or disagree over any pointless topic. We had 2 streets,
Harrison Place, and Harrison Street.
Place was a small street where the majority of the seniors lived, in the comfort of their larger house. What branched off of that was Harrison Street, where
everyone else lived. We would cross through the small woods path to go onto the next 2 streets to screw around with other kids. But for some reason, nobody ever went directly into the woods.
You’re probably imagining a vast expansion of trees. No, it’s just a bullshit excuse of woods. Like the small wooded area deer’s wandered through sometimes in the spring. Don’t underestimate what lives in there, Snakes, occasional Coyotes, and that entire BS. It’s nothing to sweat or fret about. Except at night.
November 25th: Recently, we’ve heard a lot of activity coming from the park. I know there’s an animal in there causing the commotion, but it didn’t seem to interest me or make me question it. Since being used to hearing catfights every other night, and fisher cats, as well as anything rabid that strolls along through our condemned park.
Keep in mind; I was about 8 years old at the time, and sensitive to belief of the supernatural. So I kept my head up, and didn’t think about anything extraordinary.
November 26th, 11:50 AM EST: In the middle of the school day, it dawned on me: if I want to know what’s going on, ill borrow Chuck’s game camera. Chuck was your friendly go-to guy and hunting expert. He let me use his game camera for as long as I needed to.
November 27th 1 AM EST: Exited, I set it up right near the path. The first night, I got nothing except for a shot of a couple of deer, and 2 seem to be looking directly at the same thing, while the other one has no interest. I was happy with the photos I’ve captured, knowing I have found out some of the reason why the park was so loud with all the raucous.
November 28th, 10:25 PM EST: since I got the shots of recent deer, I set the camera back out further, in a more remote area. Hoping for the best of the next day
November 29st, 9:07 AM EST: I went to go check on the camera, and brought it back to the house. I had to pry the SD card out, unusual, and uploaded stored data. Everything is blank except for a hawk. Neat. I didn’t care for anything other than something that could make the awful sounds getting ever-so-louder and more common. I joked around saying, “probably the American banshee” and left it at that.
November 29th, 10:11 PM EST: I set the camera very low this time, so I can get a better range of motion, and set up a tripwire, so if anything obviously trips the wire, it would take a picture instantly. I had also upgraded the LED lighting system with new individual lights, so I could identify anything in the picture at all.
November 30th, 7:02 AM EST: I awoke more sounds of howling and screaming, only to see myself running out to check the camera. It was beat to shit, with the SD card still in place. I had managed to salvage what it had, and told Charlie before examining the files on it. One photo had a lot of deer seeming to be on the run. The last picture was taken at approximately 1:44 AM. A pasty white hand on the ground. I was dumbfounded, as why there’s someone in the woods running around probably naked, scaring deer. Maybe it wasn’t human. What is this thing…?
November 30th, 6:59 PM EST: School that day, was just awful. I couldn’t take my mind off of the fact that I managed to get this picture. Every class, all day, I just stared blankly at it. It was in the woods, within feet of my house. I haven’t bothered going back into the woods for awhile after I replaced the camera.
February 14th, 2:16 PM EST: It dawned on me. Mid February break and I remembered the photos I took in the woods. How did I forget? The thing I captured was a monster, literally. What had I done to tell anybody? Nothing at all. I’m the only one with the knowledge, and the rest of the neighborhood doesn’t know what to expect of this thing when I tell them… or if I even will. I don’t even want to bother setting up camera again. Considering the fact that the last one I used was destroyed completely. And I don’t think he’d let me borrow it again.
February 14th, 8:34 PM EST: I had to do some major ass kissing to get the camera again, considering the fact that they are pretty expensive. I didn’t even look at the price or model the camera was when I replaced it. What I failed to notice, is that this camera takes video, and in sound, with Ultraviolet and Infrared settings on it. No wonder why it was so expensive. I tested it out in video mode, and uploaded the video to my laptop. File saved as VID-01.avi. I found it odd that it wouldn’t be .mp4 or something of higher quality. Now, ill stop rambling and get on with it. I put the camera in the same spot where the monster was, and here on the east coast, 8 PM, the sun is already WAAAY down. It took some nerve to get back in there. As soon as I got it set up and turned it on, I heard the crunching of snow. It didn’t sound like feet, it sounded like 4 of them. I could smell the fear pouring out of me. The crunching stopped when I began to take slow, leisure-like steps out of the woods. In a stroke of paranoia, I ended up bolting right out of the vicinity, while hearing the footsteps behind me. As soon as I hit asphalt, I stopped, as did what was chasing me. I had to get back home, and relax. This can’t get any more stressful or traumatic for me anyway.
February 15th, 6:03 AM EST: It was almost like Christmas morning, I ran outside half naked into the woods, to check in on the camera. I hope it didn’t break; I was in near personal poverty. The camera was ok, but I don’t know about what’s on it. I pulled out the 2 GIG SanDisk memory card, and to my surprise, 100’s of 15 second clips on the card. I began to watch immediately. The first was just snow, and the trees swaying in the blistering wind. It seemed like the first 20 were all the same. But when I got to the 21’st, everything was black, and in blood red letters, it said at the center of the video: “DATA EXPUNGED.” This scared me, more than it should have. I ran through the rest of them, and all the clips were displaying the same error message. The file is there; it displays a file size, but shows that message.
February 18th, 2:12 AM EST: I’ve scoured everything on the memory card, and I didn’t find anything else aside from the previous photo of a freak humanoid. I’m a man who’s a fan of crypids and relicts, but the reality of something like this ACTUALLY EXISTING did get the better of my imagination. It’s 2 AM. I’m going to bed.
February 18th, 9:26 AM EST: What seemed like the quickest cat-nap ever, actually was. I woke up to another seemingly normal day. I had my coffee, and attempted to go outside for a walk until I noticed my door. What the hell happened to it? My door was ripped to shreds… Im not safe. Nobody is.