Volunteer Park Fey Trap

Cryptoids, High Weirdness, Mythologies



Last spring I missed the last bus and was walking home by the park late at night. It was raining lightly and the drops hitting the ground behind me steadily started sounding more and more like a small set of footsteps. I passed a mansion lit up with the doors open and nobody in it, then heard tinkling music I couldn’t place as I passed under a tunnel of blooming cherry trees. I felt strongly that fairies were trying to lure me away, and then suddenly all of it dissipated as I stepped out past the park and into the light of the street lamps.

Submitted by: Amy