User:Fearfullyquiet

The Swing Set

Hi. I am Erin. I am 31. I use to live with my husband and daughter, but my daughter mysteriously disappeared at the age of 6. My husband blamed me and left me shortly after. Now I live alone with my dog. I have lived on the same street for a while now, and across the street from my home is a playground. I always had this weird sensation when I walked past the children's playground. The playground its self was creepy enough, but what freaked me out the most, was the swing set. It seems that someone is swinging on them, yet nobody is in sight. It swings back and forth but contains no child.

It was late that evening and I was getting ready for bed. My dog was curling up in his bed beside mine. I got into bed and laid there, sitting in the dark, thinking about that playground. I hated that playground. Why couldn't i just push it out of my mind. Soon enough I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to a scratching sound coming from my front door, past midnight. The noise was very familiar, yet I was scared. I carefully and slowly made my way to the door, using my phone as a light source. I crept around the corner and sitting there at my door was my dog. The poor thing was whimpering and pawing at the door. I knew I had to take him outside, but I didn't want to see the playground at this time at night. I sucked up the fear and put him on his leash. We walked outside, and my eyes darted straight to the playground. Something wasn't right. I saw something move. Probably just my imagination. We walked down the street, when I saw something at the corner of my eye move again. I was curious to see, so like the idiot I was, I cautiously walked towards the playground. Normally, I would see just an empty and dark playground, but tonight I saw something that changed everything.

The swing set was not empty this time, but instead there was little girl on the swing. She had on a shot baby blue dress, with high socks, and black shoes. The dress was covered in laces and patterns of all sorts, as if it was patched up many times. She was looking down, maybe at her feet. Her straight, long, black hair covered up her face. I was rather confused about why a little girl would be out in the park at this time. I walked up to her slowly, still inspecting her. That's when i saw it. A knife going straight through her back. A bloody stain was surrounding the wound. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. The girl was dead, or so i thought.

I stood still, with fear in my eyes. I wanted to scream but no noise came out. I then heard a small, fragile voice say "Who are you?" It seemed to have come from the girl, but that was impossible. I heard the voice again, except repeating it more loudly "Who are you?" The girl picked up her head. The sight i wouldn't forget. She had bruises all over her pale face, and had a bloody gash on her forehead. She had a missing part of her face, seeing her insides. She looked straight at me. "Who are you?" she repeated for the last time. I found a voice somewhere and spoke out "I am Erin. Are you okay? Why are you out here?" I didn't understand why the child was out here, and was she wasn't dead. It was a stupid question. Why would a girl with a knife going through her chest be okay? The night stars reflected off of her light blue eyes. She said quietly "I am Tia. You seem rather afraid of me. Don't worry, after all, I am a harmless little girl." For some reason i didn't believe that. My dog was barking madly at her. That's when it hit me. She is dead.

She got up off the swing and approached me. I couldn't move, i was stunned with fright. As she got closer she began saying "A while back I had a fight with my mom. I ran out the house as soon as possible, and fled here. That's when a man came and stabbed me while I was on the swing." I began to back up as she got closer. "please don't run, I just need help" She said. Help? How could I help her? "How?" i said unsurely. She began walking faster to me and reached for the knife in her back. It made a terrible noise as it slid out. She stopped right in front on me and said "Take my place." She quickly stabbed the knife straight through my stomach, and i was paralyzed. She twisted it with a dark grin on her face. Tia then took it out, and placed it back into herself. I collapsed on the floor, bleeding to death. The rest was a blur. She looked at me and said. "I love you, mom"