Dread Gazebo

In a park, on top of a small hill, here is a gazebo. Once white, it stands neglected atop the hill, daring those of stout heart and courage to approach. Weary travellers from the 5th Avenue may stop here, amid its shade, and take respite from the relentless sun. Beware though, anger it not, for it must not awaken again! It will not rest until its hunger is sated, and it has been slumbering for uncountable eons.