The Old Tree Swing by the Creek

One of my good friends who I shall dub Bob and I used to be very close friends, oh how I remember lots of good time we used to have, I remember one better than others. We used to be vivid Doctor Who fans, I used to come into his house to look in utter amazement at all of his Doctor Who figures, he had quite the collection. How I got into it was some of my friends would keep mentioning it and it had a "subliminal effect". So I decided to watch it, it seemed odd at first but I grew to like it more and more, I remember when I used to go over to Bobs house and watch recent episodes that were on at the time, then we used to imagine our own Doctor Who adventures, ahh it was a wonderful time. Until the episode "Army of Ghosts" came on, on the first of July 2006, after that episode our usual routine changed. We went out side for an unusual reason... Ghost hunting! It sounded like an obscure idea at first but I enjoyed it. Bob's description of the ghost was like the ones in the army of ghosts, like a silhouette. I knew at first it was fake but, I was having so much fun doing so that it became real.
We used to go to obscure places, like an old tree were one time we hung out reading Doctor Who comics he had, we did this for a short while. Until one day we went in this strange part of a farm. It was an old tree witch looked like it was there for a long time, a longer time than the others, there was also a tree swing, it also had a creek behind that tree, with old pieces of wood and rusty nails. I was always scared to go on it, until one day on my own I saw some strange people there, not ominous, not intimidating. Just nice people, they gave me the courage to go on this swing, after that, I loved it, well... Until my friend started to bring up the "Ghost Hunting" thing up again, all I wanted to do was swing on the swing, this place we were in was like a long hallway, it was very, very creepy. I got an unusual vibe from it.
Sometimes other people would tag along, onetime there was this kid who acted like a right douche, acted tough, you know, the regular hard man act.
When I headed off for secondary school me and Bob went our separate ways, I left my memories were they were, and I was wary of that place. On rare occasions I would have nightmares about the strange figure, me, on my own. actually seeing him. It would chant things like "We are the shadows, cast by the dead." and "No escape from the dark side of your life"... It really, really creeped me out. In every one of these nightmares the shadows would have jerky movements, I felt like they infested my windows, floorboards anything in my house
As the years went past I would never return to that old tree swing. Why?
But as time went past the tree swing kept getting renovated. Why?
It got moved to a different location, a more lighter place. Why?
I just don’t know these answers, but, over the last few days, I returned. The first day I almost froze to death. Felt the same vibe, but a more intense vibe, a presence? I didn't understand, I got out of there as soon as possible. I came back cold and startled. Today how ever, was the worst, I took the same route as I used to go. Past the park, through the field and near the barbed wire fence. I witnessed the exact same place as I had been, through out my childhood. I went up a path past here and I heard something tapping in the fence to my right, this was a sign, I looked to my left to see the over part of the farm. I looked past the creek, there it was, the figure who haunted me for years. staring at me, emotionless, it walked the same way it did in my dreams as it walked away. I just walked, dumb-struck, terrified.
I assure you, this is 100% true.
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