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The Lullaby in the Shadows

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I’ll never forget the day my friend Sam finally got a taste of freedom. Sam had always been the kid who never got to hang out past dark, never came to parties, and didn’t know what a Saturday night with friends even felt like. His parents controlled everything: where he went, who he talked to, even what he ate. But today was different.

That morning, he called me, his voice shaking with excitement and something else… maybe fear. “Hey, my parents are finally letting me go out. Can you believe it?” he asked, almost whispering, as if saying it too loud might make it disappear.

We agreed to meet at the old park by sunset, a place known for its ghostly legends. Some said the park was haunted by a woman who wandered in a white dress, searching for something lost long ago. It was just a silly tale… or so we thought.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, I spotted Sam under a streetlight, his face pale and anxious. “Are you okay?” I asked. He nodded, but his eyes kept darting around as if he expected someone or something to be lurking in the shadows.

We walked through the park, laughing and joking, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching us. Suddenly, Sam stopped, his eyes wide. “Did you see that?” he whispered, pointing at the swings that were eerily swaying back and forth, though there was no breeze.

“Probably just the wind,” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. But then we heard it—a soft humming, like a lullaby from someone hiding in the dark. Sam froze, his face drained of all color. “That song… it’s my mom’s lullaby. The one she used to sing to me every night.”

My heart pounded as we inched closer to the swings. And then we saw her—a figure dressed in white, her face hidden by shadows. She was humming, her voice as chilling as the night air.

Sam’s parents had always kept him close, always within reach, as if they were afraid something might happen if they let him go. And in that moment, I understood why. As the figure stepped into the light, her face twisted into a smile, her eyes glowing with an unnatural light. She wasn’t human; she was something else, something ancient and dark, bound to Sam by his parents’ desperate attempts to keep her at bay.

Sam let out a scream, and the woman reached for him, her fingers stretching, pulling him towards her. “You were never supposed to leave,” she whispered.

The next thing I knew, I was running, my heart pounding, my mind racing, leaving Sam’s scream echoing behind me. When I finally looked back, the park was silent, empty. Sam was gone, and so was the woman.

No one ever saw Sam again. His parents moved away soon after, and the house he’d lived in remained empty, its windows dark and lifeless. But sometimes, on quiet nights, I still hear that lullaby, drifting through the wind, and I wonder if Sam ever really got his freedom… or if he found something else entirely.

As the weeks passed, I tried to convince myself that maybe Sam had just run away, maybe he’d finally broken free from his parents’ grip. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t the truth.

One night, I decided to go back to the park, alone. I needed closure. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think straight, not with the haunting memories of that night lingering like a shadow. I arrived just as darkness fell, the park eerily quiet, the air heavy with a cold, unnatural stillness.

I walked past the swings where we had last seen her, the figure in white. Every step felt harder, like the ground was pulling me down, urging me to leave. But I pressed on, determined to find answers.

Then, I saw it—a faint glow at the edge of the park, near the old, abandoned playground. There she was, standing just as we had seen her before, her pale face turned toward me, her eyes reflecting the moonlight with an otherworldly glint.

And standing beside her was Sam. He looked… different. His skin was pale, his eyes blank, devoid of any life. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just stood there, staring straight ahead as if trapped in a trance.

“Sam…” I whispered, taking a step forward. But the woman raised her hand, stopping me. Her smile twisted into something sinister, and a shiver ran down my spine.

“He’s mine now,” she said softly, her voice chilling. “His parents kept him from me for so long, but he came willingly in the end. And now, he’ll stay.”

I wanted to run, to scream, but I couldn’t move. I was frozen, locked in her gaze, a silent witness to the horror in front of me.

Then, just as suddenly as she had appeared, the woman turned, leading Sam into the shadows. They faded into the darkness, and I was left alone in the silence, my heart pounding, my mind reeling.

I never saw Sam again, and I never returned to that park. But every now and then, when the wind is just right, I hear a faint lullaby drifting through the night, reminding me of the friend who was taken… and of the freedom that cost him everything.

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