Hidden in the trees, there lies an ancient clearing. Frozen in a time eons past, it has it's own story to tell. Whenever the trees rustle and the grass shifts, you can see slabs of stone hidden by years of neglect. Someone had made this place a playground once, not knowing of it's sacred history. The place has been forgotten once more and the swings creak as the wind blows. There are never birds here and the clearing is always silent. Even under the heat of the noon day sun, the playground equipment feels cold as ice. A ghostly light flickers through the clearing and something hums in the empty splice, filling the ancient graveyard with memories of a past forgotten by all who have come after it's tale.
I blame it all on my friend's house's location. There's a super small park by their house and over the summer when I was over at her house we went there after dark and this was born.
