The Pot

         It was the grand opening of a new park, everyone was going. I decided it was better to go in the evening. When I got to the park I was the only one there. I heard singing, I turned around and started to follow the singing. I crouched down and started to examine where the singing was coming from. The singing came from a bunch of people around a pot. The pot was brown, had detail on it, and had legs sticking out of it. I was about to run when someone grabbed me and everything turned black.