Once a place filled with laughter, the Cedarbrook play structure now rots in silence at the edge of the woods. Weather-worn and warped, it stands like the skeleton of childhood itself-its tunnels dark, its slides hollow, its swings whispering with the wind. Locals avoid it, speaking only in half-remembered stories about accidents that forced it to close. But when Jasmine, a struggling content creator, sets out to film the abandoned playground for her channel, she discovers its silence is only a mask. Inside the plastic tunnels linger Handprints that never fade, giggles that don't belong, and faces that should not exist. As the night deepens, the line between play and prey blurs-and Jasmine learns too late that the Hollow Playground never really closed. Children still play there. They just don't let you leave.