The Sprout

Night Play

Posted by Tim_Crompton from Cardiff - Published on 25/03/2010 at 14:05
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The creaking of the rusted swing that had previously held a laughing child, swung idly now, casting dancing shadows onto the rest of the deserted play area.

Another creak joined this dastardly melody as a young couple pushed open the park gate. A young man wearing a white shirt led a slim, dark haired beauty onto a damp wooden bench where they started to embrace each other.

The wind picked up casting small pieces of litter around the couples feet, forcing them to pause slightly and move closer to each other.

Then a small girlish giggle sounded.

The man stopped and looked around, searching for the owner of the hopeless giggle that chilled his soul. Then, as they settled the cobweb covered lamppost that had provided a small hint of forlorn light died, plunging them into the darkness.

The wind then paused momentarily, prickling the couple’s hair. Spooked, they tried to make their way out of the blackened playground, stumbling due to the lack of light.

As they found the gate another giggle floated across the wind, the very breath of despair and unkindness. The man fumbled at the rusted gate, but the handle wouldn’t budge. Then a ghostly light appeared across the playground.

A small girl wearing a white stained dress that glowed through the night was making her way across the playground. She raised her left hand and said, ‘play with me!’ Repeating the words she grasped the couple’s hands sending a single scream into the dark night.

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