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Every evening, when the sun went to sleep, I would look out of the window towards the small

Playground, waiting for the pretty girl next door to sit and swing in the playground.

We didn't know each other too well, but I knew that everyday she would go there, just before

Dinner, and swing.

One day I didn't see her, and figured that she may have been busy, so I decided to go on with

My day as usual. 

When I waited for her the next day, she wasn't there again. I, once again, figured that she

Must've been busy.

I just waited, and waited, and waited. But she never showed us again.

A month later I didn't have the time to go and look at the swings, mainly becuase there were

News about a cult that snatches children, and sacrifice them to a being they only described as

'Peter'.

My mom was terrified that they would spot me, and had me close all of the curtains in the windows.

Another month passed, and I couldn't take it any more. I wanted to see if the pretty girl from

Next door was there, swinging like before.

And I did see her!

She was there, swinging slowly. Althought she seemed quite sad.. I figured Its my chance to

Meet her, and perhaps cheer her up.

So when my mom wasn't paying attention I creeped out of the house and ran to the playing 

Ground. She didn't turn around to look at me, and so I approached her and sat by the swing

Parallel to her's.

"Hello. My name is Thomas. Yours?"

I said politely, and didn't mind the chill that was emitting from her. I figured she was sad because

She was sick. She slowly looked at me, and after a moment said:

"Hello Thomas. I am Emma. Its nice to meet people who aren't bad."

Her response puzzled me, and I once again asked her:

"Nice to meet you Emma. I'm not mean but..Was some one mean to you?"

It took her a moment to response, and she smiled.

"Its nice to meet people who aren't bad."

I began to shiver, though I didn't want to leave just yet.

"So..I noticed you were gone from the swings lately. Are you ok?" With saying that I began 

Shifting my weight so the swing would rock back and forth.

"I am ok. Its nice meeting people who aren't bad, Thomas. Are you bad?"

I shook my head at that, once again looking at her pale face

"I'm not bad Emma. I promise." I said, trying to make her understand I was indeed a nice person.

I could hear bells ringing in the distance, sending their echo within the city.

"I am sorry Thomas, it seems like I must go. The bad people call for me. Would you still be here tomorrow?"

And with that, she got up from the swing and began walking towards the bells.

"Yeah, I will! I am looking forward to seeing you again!"

I took some time looking at her as she moved along, and then decided its time to go back as well.

The next evening I waited silently by the window, awaiting for the pretty girl next door.

But she never showed up.

And so I waited for her tomorrow as well, and once again she never came.

She never came to swing with me anymore, and I never understood why.