The Wild Flamingo Wood

We were told when we moved in here never to go past the iron gate. There were many tales of people who went through that gate and were never seen again. We try to warn people and they laugh it off saying that it's just a bunch of pink plastic flamingos, and as they brush past us our pleas and then shouts fall on deaf ears, and finally our looks of stark terror as they go through the gate are the last time they will ever be seen again. We'll spare you the details of what goes on back there. No one should ever know the dark and mysterious horror these creatures bring to bear on those who will not heed our desperate pleas.

Be on guard around pink plastic flamingos. They're not as innocent as they seem.