The play ground was bloody gloomy and horrible, even the sky looked almost red and radiated darkness.
Multiple dead kids were tied to the metal structures, tied using their own flesh and broken limbs.
Their bones can be easily seen, their blood flowed down endlessly as if there were no source to the horrible blood streams.
They smiled darkly with broken teeth, they either had bloodied eyes or had no eyes.
Their vocal cords were either damaged or completely torn off.
The scene was too horrifying too terrible for a young boy to see, let alone seeing those same corpses speak.
His face was pale, his skin wasn't able to make sweat, his hands trembled in the harrowing scene.
Then the little dead kids forcefully torn off their limbs to get free from the tied situation they were in, their limbs got torn in a bloody and a dirty mess, yet they only giggled as they got free.
Falling on the solid ground the little corpses stood on their bare bones because their feet were still tied to the metal rodes, they had no hands either which also got torn off and left behind.
With many horrifying giggles, the tiny bloody horrors started running towards the young pale boy.
At that moment, he flinched and without thinking, ran away to the opposite direction.
Finding himself in the other corner of the play ground, he saw the little horrors turn back to him and run towards him again.
He flinched and chose to run around the edge of the play ground instead.
The little corpses ran with no logic or intelligence, just an intense desire to catch the young boy.
The scenery was painted with black and red, and the air full of the smell of dead flesh.
The young boy kept dodging the flood of corpses moving towards him, he has to find a solution.
After running and running, then he even had to get on top of the slide to get away from them.
But as he was on top of the slide he saw something, he blinked, he didn't have a long time to think, so he jumped down and kept running.
What he saw on the metal structure of the slide, printed on one of the grips, the letter (I) but he suspected that it actually was the number (1).
As he ran, he got on the swing and searched for another marking, and he was lucky because he didn't have to search for long, there on the metal rode thar held the swinging seats, two lines were drawn.
It was easy to understand, it was too straightforward, he just had to play the same games in the same order, that's what he understood.
Despite the horrors he had hope somehow, but the corpses already caught up to him, he couldn't swing on it.
Thus after that he ran away from the swarm of little corpses, and went around the edge of the play ground, a few seconds later he saw the slide.
As the corpses of kids followed him with terrifying giggles, the young boy jumped up the slide and slid swiftly down.
And jumped running towards the swing, he jumped on the swing and swayed on it only once, the flood of corpses already caught up, thus he jumped off the swing.
Unfortunately he had to do a full rotation before he goes for the third game, so after a few seconds he has already done that rotation.
The young boy ran with all his might, his breathing was already terribly heavy, and he was soaking in sweat.
Yet he pushed through it.
.
.
.
After a few minutes and a few rotation around the play ground, he went for the last ride, then when he did something happened.
He immediately looked at the flood of little horrors, his eyes widened as he saw them stop moving, and then the little corpses fell to the ground and started evaporating like dust.
He smiled as he saw them disappeared, his heart was about to stop in terror when he saw them, and another time when he heard them talk, and another one when they ran towards him.
But now he was finally safe.
He blinked and found himself in the middle of the woods, he looked around to make sure.
The playground really disappeared into nothingness, as it appeared out of nowhere.
He stood up and started swaying as he walked into a specific direction.
He was going back... towards the old house that is in the middle of the woods.