The Playground

The little girl moves back and forth on the swing slowly, her hands wrapped around the chains and the points of her feet barely touching the dirt.  She is alone on the playground; there aren’t many children remaining in the neighborhood, and those that are haven’t come out to play today.

She looks up as she hears the bushes nearby rustle.  A monstrous creature, pale white and nearly translucent, steps out of them and slowly approaches.  It stares at the little girl as it breathes heavily.

After a moment, it sits down next to her and begins to swing.

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