Elias stops walking. The audio picks up a faint, metallic creaking— skree, skree, skree. He zooms in. As the digital grain blurs the image, a shape begins to form. It’s not a person, but a distortion in the air, a ripple like heat rising off asphalt, sitting perfectly centered on the wooden board of the swing.
He pans the camera back toward the park across the street. In the center of the playground, a single swing is moving. It isn’t just swaying in the wind; it’s rhythmic, high, and aggressive, as if someone is pumping their legs with all their might. But the seat is empty. VID_20221031_053042_958.mp4
Suddenly, the swing stops dead in mid-air, defying gravity at its highest point. Elias stops walking