On the Mayfair manor grounds was a group of tall deciduous trees, under those trees was a set of swings that had gone untouched for a long period of time. The swings had been built for Ruth as a young girl and she loved them.
When she was expelled from the Mayfair family and everything to do with her erased, all that remained were the swings. This was because Ruth had not used them for a long time so nobody thought of them anymore.
Phoebe had never paid attention to these swings but on this night she did and it was for two reasons. One was the soothing symphony of crickets chirping and hiding under the trees.
Two was that under the glow of the moonlight and light wind, the swings were slowly moving. To the normal human eye, the wind was pushing the swings, to Phoebe's shaman eye, two little ghosts were sitting on the swings and the therapist in her red attire was pushing them.
"Crickets..." Phoebe whispered.
