**Diary Entry #1** *Date: October 13, 2025* *Location: Near the old Greystone Forest and Abandoned Wonderland Theme Park* --- I don’t know why I’m writing this down. Maybe it’s to convince myself that what I’m experiencing isn’t some nightmare or hallucination. I’m sitting here on a fallen log, the wind whispering through the skeletal trees of Greystone Forest. The crumbling towers and rusted rides of the old Wonderland Theme Park loom behind me like forgotten ghosts. There’s something wrong here. When I arrived at the edge of the forest this afternoon, the air was thick with decay and a wet earth smell, as if the forest itself was rotting from inside. Leaves crackled underfoot, but sometimes, I swear I hear softer, deliberate footsteps — too heavy and too paced to be a deer or any small animal. I told myself it was just the wind. But then, the eyes appeared. First just reflections, like two dim, pale lanterns in the darkness between the trees, watching me. I froze. The eyes didn’t blink. They just watched. I caught a glimpse of a creature—a large husky, but not like any husky I’ve ever seen. Its fur was patchy and coarse, stained a dirty gray, and its eyes… they weren’t just watching. They seemed to pierce straight into my soul, hollow and hungry. I don’t know how long it’s been following me. Every time I stop, I feel its gaze burn into my back. It’s not just hungry. It’s desperate. Like it’s searching for something—or someone. I tried calling out, but my voice sounded like a brittle whisper swallowed by the forest. I’m starting to understand what the old stories said—the ones the locals wouldn’t talk about but never seemed to forget. They say that after the theme park shut down, something took up residence in the ruins. Something that needs human warmth to survive. I’m not sure I’ll make it through the night. --- **Diary Entry #2** *Date: October 14, 2025* --- Last night was worse than I imagined. The husky followed me into the abandoned park. The rides creaked eerily in the wind, shadows twisting into impossible shapes beneath the cracked paint and rusted metal. I found a carousel, frozen mid-spin. Its music box mechanism still faintly ticking, a warped lullaby that sent chills crawling up my spine. The husky was there, its breath steaming in the cold air. Its eyes glinted with something feral, but it didn’t attack. Instead, it circled me like a predator assessing its prey. Every instinct screamed to run, but my legs were frozen. Then it spoke—quietly, almost like a rasping breath in the dark. A voice not human, yet eerily close. “Feed me.” I don’t know how it spoke, but it did. The creature’s voice was a sinister echo in my mind, twisting my thoughts, pulling at the darkest corners of my fear. I managed to scramble away, the sound of its paws thundering behind me. I don’t know how I escaped, but somehow I’m still here. I’m running out of food and hope. --- **Diary Entry #3** *Date: October 15, 2025* --- I’m hiding inside the funhouse now, the shattered mirrors reflecting countless fractured versions of me, all wide-eyed and terrified. The husky is outside. It’s been scratching at the door for hours, low growls vibrating through the walls. Every now and then, I see those glowing eyes through the cracks. I can’t tell if it’s waiting or just… starving. I don’t think it wants to hurt me. I think it wants something deeper. Something I can’t give. And then I noticed—on the wall, smeared in dirt and what I hope is rust, a message: **“Feed me or join me.”** I don’t know what it means. Join it? Become what? The husky is no ordinary animal. I’m starting to think it’s not even alive. If I don’t escape by dawn, I don’t know what will happen. --- **Diary Entry #4** *Date: October 16, 2025* --- I think I’m done writing. The husky came in. It didn’t break the door — it simply appeared, slipping through the shadows like smoke. Its eyes weren’t hungry anymore. They were empty. Cold. Hollow. I looked into them, and I felt myself slipping away, like cold fingers pulling me through darkness. I am no longer human. If you ever hear about the abandoned theme park in Greystone Forest, don’t go looking. And if you see a husky with eyes like dying stars, don’t feed it. Because it’s already feeding on you. --- *End of diary.* --- *For those who find this video—remember, some things are better left forgotten.*