<strong>Grayson Park</strong><br/><br/>The headlights of the car couldn't quite scale the stone half-wall, keeping the entire playground from being properly illuminated.  Still, thanks to the full moon and a few other factors, there was at least enough light to be able to get a decent perspective of the area.<br/><br/>The playground naturally didn't have any sort of light sources.  It was supposed to be closed off to the general public during the night.  Still, that didn't stop a young boy from swinging upon one of the swingsets, cheering as one of the things pushed him to keep him going higher and higher.<br/><br/>The monster didn't really have a face, more like a clay mask that had been carefully and painstakingly set over his features.  Although he kept on pushing the swing, and the child didn't notice, he was glancing over towards the coming lights.  "Hello?"  His voice was cracked and broken, decayed as badly as the rest of his withered body must have been.  "Who's there?"<br/><br/>"Make them go away, Daddy," the boy said, cheering every time the swing reached its apex.  "You promised we could spend tonight together again."