Video - Whispers of the Haunted Playground

The old playground loomed under a moonlit sky, its rusted swings creaking like mournful ghosts. Ellie, drawn by a child's laughter, stepped into the eerie silence. The merry-go-round spun slowly on its own, shadows dancing in the moonlight. Suddenly, the laughter turned to cries, echoing from the twisted slide. Heart pounding, she approached, peering into its dark, gaping mouth. A cold hand gripped her ankle from beneath the sand, pulling her down. As she screamed, the playground transformed, rusty chains binding her. The swings began to sway, a chilling chorus of laughter surrounding her—a playground of lost souls.