The night was thick with silence, the air heavy and still. Suddenly, a child's laughter pierced the quiet, echoing through the moonlit playground like a distant, haunting memory. A lone swing moved back and forth, its rusty chains groaning as if pulled by invisible hands. The seesaw creaked, its wooden boards shifting under an unseen weight, filling the air with an eerie tension. From the shadows, a pair of glowing eyes appeared, cold and unblinking, their gaze fixed on the empty park. Slowly, a figure stepped into the light, its face contorted in a sinister smile—the playground was no longer innocent, but a hunting ground for something far more sinister.
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Sixty-Second Dark Fairy Tales
Short StoryBrought to you by Mojo, the twisted fairy, delve into the depths of darkness in this collection of sixty-second dark fairy tales, where shadows hold mysterious allure, clockwork hearts betray humanity, and wishes come with chilling consequences. Jou...
