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The Empty Playground
Filipe Silva
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2 weeks ago
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Have you ever felt that strange pull, that little whisper in the back of your mind telling you to
00:04
take a different route home? I usually ignore it. Chalk it up to a long day, my brain just wanting
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to get to the couch faster. But last Tuesday night, I should have listened. It was late,
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way past midnight, and the streets were completely deserted, the kind of quiet that feels heavy,
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you know. My usual shortcut home cuts right past an old neighborhood park. It's cheerful enough
00:24
during the day, full of kids laughing and running around, but at night, it's a different story.
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The moon was bright, casting long skeletal shadows from the trees. And there, in the middle of it
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all, was the playground. As I got closer, I saw something that made me slow down. The swings were
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moving, not just a gentle sway, but a full rhythmic arc, back and forth, back and forth. My first
00:45
thought was the wind, obviously. But then I stopped and really paid attention. The air was dead still.
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Not a single leaf was rustling on the trees. The flags on the poles nearby hung limp. There was no
00:55
wind, yet, the swings kept going, perfectly in sync, like two invisible children were competing to see
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who could go higher. I stood there for what felt like an eternity, just watching. A cold knot was
01:06
tightening in my stomach. Every rational part of my brain was screaming at me to just walk away,
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get home, lock the door, and forget I ever saw this. But I couldn't. It was mesmerizing in the most
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unsettling way. The chains made a faint, rhythmic creaking sound, the only noise in the dead of night.
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Creak swoosh, creak swoosh, back and forth. My heart was pounding in my chest. I fumbled from my
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phone, thinking maybe I should record it, proof that I wasn't just losing my mind. As I aimed my
01:31
camera, my hand was shaking so badly the screen was a blurry mess. I took a deep breath, trying to
01:36
steady myself. This is crazy. I whispered to myself, just a weird draft or something. But I knew I was
01:42
lying. There was no draft. And then it happened. One of the swings. It just stopped. Instantly, it didn't
01:48
slow down. It didn't sway to a halt. It froze mid-air, right at the peak of its backward arc,
01:53
as if someone had just jumped off. My blood ran cold. The chain went slack for a split second
01:58
before the empty seat dropped and hung there, completely still. The other swing continued
02:02
its relentless motion for a few more seconds before it too started to slow, eventually settling
02:07
into a gentle, eerie sway. I didn't even breathe. I was completely frozen to the spot. My eyes locked on
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that motionless swing. The feeling of being watched was overwhelming. It was like the air itself had
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eyes. I couldn't see anyone, but I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that I wasn't
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alone. Something had just been there, playing on those swings, and it knew I was watching. I didn't wait
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to see what would happen next. I turned and ran. I didn't look back. I sprinted all the way home,
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my lungs burning, the sound of my own footsteps echoing like a drumbeat in the silent streets.
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I slammed my door, locked it, and leaned against it, gasping for air. I haven't walked past that
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park at night since. Sometimes, when it's late and the house is quiet, I think I can hear it.
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A faint, rhythmic creaking, carried on the wind, or maybe it's just my imagination. Maybe,
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but I can tell you one thing for sure. Some playgrounds are not meant for the living after
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the sun goes down. Thanks for listening to my story. If you've ever experienced something you
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just can't explain, let me know in the comments below. And if you enjoyed this,
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please hit that like button and subscribe for more strange tales. Stay safe out there.
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