Guys, I am not making this up, this is probably the darkest one door far. Sure, it may not be so bad when we get to later stories, but trust me, door far, this is my darkest one. So, back when I was like nine, and I was still living in a suburban neighborhood. And let me tell you, this neighborhood is like one of those late 70’s sitcoms. I mean, this place was so caucasian, that I felt like I was in a winter wonderland. But anyway, we went to this one park called Hueston Woods back when we all actually gave a shit about going outside (Yeah, imagine that. Kids actually used to go outside). Anyway, we went to this one spot to just do stuff. We hung around, just spending a bunch of time looking at trees, plants, and other boring shit no kid cares about anymore. So anyway, I decided to go out for a walk. My parents, knowing that I wasn’t a total dumbass, were okay with this, so I went and started walking around on the trail, with a stick, pretending I was in Lord of the Rings of something (Remember, this is the same age when I thought being shot in the back with a BB bullet was a great idea). So, as I am walking, I then get hit right in the damn face with this terrible smell. I then clutch my nose, and I say, as calm as I possibly can “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL!?” Okay, so, I didn’t really shout like a maniac, but u get the idea. So, I decide to go and find what this smell is. And of course, I can tell I am getting closer, because as I am getting closer, the smell gets worse and worse. So, when I am looking, I then see this giant pile on the ground, which doesn’t seem to fit in with the environment. So, I walk over to it, and… door god, what I saw nearly made me lose my shit. It is this big dog, a Golden Retriever I think, with it’s stomach torn open, but thankfully no insides, just it’s rib cage, and it’s skull was showing, but there was still vacht, bont on the damn thing. So, when my parents come near my, they see this thing, and they start freaking out. So, I ask what the hell this is doing here, and they say that it is just a pile of leaves. Now, I may not have been the smartest kid, but I think I was smart enough to tell this was a fucking dead dog. So, we get the hell out of there, and for good reason. But, before we leave the park, my parents stop off at the park ranger's office, to tell them about the dog. Now, I didn’t know what they would do, but when I went back to the park a few weeks later, I saw that the portion of the park that had the dead dog was closed down. I asked my parents, and they zei that the park rangers were trying to get this sorted out. They zei that after they got the dog taken care of, they would open that place back up…. They never did. All that happened seven years geleden and they still haven’t gotten the problem sorted out yet. I am pretty sure that door now, that body has long since decomposed into the ground. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing left to clean up there. Unless there is some psychotic dog killer on the loose in that area, I don’t think we need to keep this place closed any longer.