Late at Night

The cold wind howled through the empty streets of the city, turning narrow alleys into dark and misty corridors. The moon, obscured by dark clouds, emitted only a faint glow, giving the night an even more sinister aspect. In the heart of the city stood a liminal place that used to be filled with life and joy, but on that early morning, it was empty and abandoned.

Isaac was the sole inhabitant of that forgotten place, known as Magicwood Park. During the day, children laughed, couples strolled hand in hand, and elderly people sat on benches, sharing stories of their lives. But at night, the park transformed into a stage of darkness.

The air was imbued with a sense of discomfort, as if the very space exuded anguish. Isaac was a solitary and introspective man, seeking a place where he could find peace and solitude for his thoughts. However, the emptiness of Magicwood Park seemed to have a life of its own, and it troubled him.

Walking among the abandoned playground equipment, Isaac felt as if he was being watched by invisible eyes, and the sound of creaking swings in the wind sent shivers down his spine. The carousel, once colorful and lively, now appeared as a somber and distorted image, slowly spinning at the whim of the wind. Each step he took seemed to echo throughout the entire park, breaking the silence of the early morning.

As Isaac approached the bandstand, where cheerful music would often be played on weekends, he felt as if something was pulling him towards the small stage. For a moment, he saw shadows dancing around him, as if ghosts of the past were recreating memories that did not belong to him.

A shiver ran down his spine when he noticed an empty park bench, but with marks as if someone had been sitting there not long ago. Could it be possible that he was not alone in that desolate place? The thought frightened him even more, and he forced himself to move away from the bandstand, walking towards the park's central fountain.

The water in the fountain gushed melancholically, echoing in his ears like a lament. As he approached, Isaac saw his own distorted reflection on the dark surface of the water. It seemed like an altered image, as if it wasn't really his own appearance. For a moment, he questioned his own existence, but then he moved away from there and continued walking.

In the cold mist, Isaac spotted the silhouette of a person standing at the park's entrance. The figure was indistinct, but the feeling that something was lurking, waiting for him, enveloped him. His heart raced, and he decided to get out of there as quickly as possible.

As Isaac hurried to leave Magicwood Park, the twisted trees seemed to whisper among themselves, as if sharing dark secrets. Every step he took heightened the feeling of oppression, and he could swear that voices were whispering his name in his ears.

Finally, upon reaching the park gates, Isaac looked back one last time, finding the empty eyes of the statues that adorned the place. It was as if they were watching him leave, and he felt a shiver run through his entire body.

Isaac quickened his pace, feeling the cutting cold penetrating his bones, but the internal discomfort was even more intense than the freezing temperature of the night. His legs trembled as he tried to distance himself from Magicwood Park. The silence that enveloped everything was oppressive, making him feel as if he was being swallowed by a somber and sinister aura.

In a moment of desperation, he turned around again to face the park, seeking answers to that disturbing atmosphere. The twisted trees seemed to dance in the wind, projecting menacing shadows, and the playground toys stood out like abandoned ghosts from the past. Even in that terrifying solitude, Isaac felt as if all eyes were on him.

It was then that he noticed a detail that left him even more perplexed. Amidst the darkness, the lights of the carousel, which should have been turned off like the rest of the park, were trembling and hauntingly spinning. The colorful horses went up and down repeatedly, in a motion that seemed almost hypnotic.

Isaac approached, drawn by that unsettling sight. The music accompanying the carousel was dissonant, as if coming from a distant and macabre world. He realized that the indistinct figure he had seen before was now sitting on one of the carousel horses, swaying slowly with a grim smile.

His heart pounded hard, but a dark curiosity compelled Isaac to get even closer to the figure on the carousel. The enigmatic and frightening grimace of that person's smile intrigued him. The dissonant music enveloped the surroundings with an eerie melody, echoing in his mind like an ominous call.

The cold wind whispered indescribable secrets as the carousel swayed with a mesmerizing motion.

The cold wind whispered indescribable secrets as the carousel swayed with a mesmerizing motion. Isaac felt increasingly immersed in a psychological nightmare, with the sensation that reality and fantasy were merging into one.

Finally, with a superhuman effort, he managed to free his mind from the indistinct figure and the carousel. The flickering lights went out, and the park was once again bathed in the oppressive darkness of the early morning.

Isaac's heart was beating erratically, and his trembling legs led him out of Magicwood Park. Every step he took echoed like a silent scream within him. The terrifying experience had left deep marks in his mind.

Upon crossing the park gates, Isaac couldn't help but look back once more. He only saw the dancing shadows of the twisted trees, but in his mind, the indistinct figure still smiled with an air of mystery.

Without looking back again, Isaac headed towards the city.