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It was midnight. As I looked up towards the black sky I shuddered. Standing in what was once an empty paddock the moon cast a pale glow onto the trees. Turing left to right eerie shadows shrouded the ground. Fulfilling a complete revolution I faced a swing. It was one of the old play swings, the chain rusted and the seat broken from years of neglect. For an unknown reason, call it a premonition, I knew that this was why I was here, soon something would happen to illuminate why I found myself facing a swing in the dead of the night.

Gracefully a girl appeared like she had been sitting there the whole time covered in a cloak of the night, she started swinging gently.
Her black dress was one of elegant design and was so pure in colour that if not for her pale, almost albino features she would have disappeared into the dark. The repulsive squeaking of the chains muffled any sounds I made. Hesitantly I moved closer and I could hear a soft sound hidden by the screeching of the swing.

Gradually I was adjacent to her and I realised that she was singing. Her voice was so beautiful and mysterious, she was singing a haunting phrase that she repeated over and over. I strained my ears to hear the words. It was a warning. She was warning me to make the right choice, but I didn't know what choice to make. I didn't feel safe here anymore and uncontrollable shivers racked my body.
Uncertainly I walked and stood directly in front of her. Unintentionally I had squeezed my eyes shut tight but I reluctantly opened them expecting the girl to be a deformed figure from my nightmares. Instead I saw a young child. She was exquisite and there was a single lonely tear rolling down her delicate face. Suddenly she stopped singing. Instead she had another warning for me, to run now or never escape. Then before my eyes she changed into a young, sobbing woman.

Her hair was tangled and knotty and her clothes ravaged and torn to all extent. I was overcome with pity when my gaze reached her bloody bruises and swollen features. A crackling sound on the edge of the paddock where the farm meets the woods caused her to gasp in terror, her eyes grew wide and her warnings more dire. I understood that I must leave now. But I had to leave with her.
Courage gave me extra strength and I hoisted the young lady up, letting her frail body lean on me.
Running from a nightmare I could hear an angry voice inside the woods. To this day I remember that ominous warning. Beware the dark.

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It was midnight. As I looked up towards the black sky I shuddered. Standing in what was once an empty paddock the moon cast a pale glow onto the trees. Turing left to right eerie shadows shrouded the ground. Fulfilling a complete revolution I faced a swing. It was one of the old play swings, the chain rusted and the seat broken from years of neglect. For an unknown reason, call it a premonition, I knew that this was why I was here, soon something would happen to illuminate why I found myself facing a swing in the dead of the night.

Gracefully a girl appeared like she had been sitting there the whole time covered in a cloak of the night, she started swinging gently.
Her black dress was one of elegant design and was so pure in colour that if not for her pale, almost albino features she would have disappeared into the dark. The repulsive squeaking of the chains muffled any sounds I made. Hesitantly I moved closer and I could hear a soft sound hidden by the screeching of the swing.

Gradually I was adjacent to her and I realised that she was singing. Her voice was so beautiful and mysterious, she was singing a haunting phrase that she repeated over and over. I strained my ears to hear the words. It was a warning. She was warning me to make the right choice, but I didn't know what choice to make. I didn't feel safe here anymore and uncontrollable shivers racked my body.
Uncertainly I walked and stood directly in front of her. Unintentionally I had squeezed my eyes shut tight but I reluctantly opened them expecting the girl to be a deformed figure from my nightmares. Instead I saw a young child. She was exquisite and there was a single lonely tear rolling down her delicate face. Suddenly she stopped singing. Instead she had another warning for me, to run now or never escape. Then before my eyes she changed into a young, sobbing woman.

Her hair was tangled and knotty and her clothes ravaged and torn to all extent. I was overcome with pity when my gaze reached her bloody bruises and swollen features. A crackling sound on the edge of the paddock where the farm meets the woods caused her to gasp in terror, her eyes grew wide and her warnings more dire. I understood that I must leave now. But I had to leave with her.
Courage gave me extra strength and I hoisted the young lady up, letting her frail body lean on me.
Running from a nightmare I could hear an angry voice inside the woods. To this day I remember that ominous warning. Beware the dark.