The Swingset Factory, Entity

(First story of The Swingset Factory is in this link. It is first in this story, for the context of this story. There was much more to this event than was first reported.)

It’s 6:30 in the morning when Samuel locks the door behind him. He is looking forward to the walk before work this morning. Furthermore he is in no hurry to get there. His face flushes red when he thinks of his experiences yesterday, at the factory.

Stepping away from the door of his place he surveys the early morning sky. Red in the morning sailor’s warning. Then- Red at night, sailor’s delight. The old saying eases its way back to him from years ago. Back when his dad would say it. He hadn’t thought of his dad in many years.

Swingset

Furthermore he’s certain that the fright from yesterday has triggered his melancholy mood. Admittedly, he hadn’t really slept the night before. His mind had kept wandering back to the sight of all the swingsets. In full motion yet completely empty.

He feels the goosebumps breakout across his body, again, as he remembers the sight. Now he is at the corner just a block away from the factory. He had angrily decided yesterday that he was quitting the swingset factory. He had felt hugely embarrassed to discover his experience had not been uncommon.

Furthermore, it actually scared the shit out of him. All the swings were swinging. Not just a couple or even ten to twenty. It had been every single set. What’s more they had been consistent. Swinging with purpose. He had been alone and seen this with his own eyes. Then everything had stopped, simultaneously, as though it hadn’t happened.

Factory

He steps into the crosswalk and begins crossing the intersection. He is trying to isolate what had him so shook the day before. Obviously the event was startling and unexpected, however there had been a feeling of something sinister in the event.

He is in the parking lot of the factory now. The skies are preparing for what looks like a stormy day. His walk this morning had helped convince him to stay on at the factory for a little while longer. He hadn’t been prepared for any of this, however there were plenty of people that worked here in spite of the strange occurrences.

As he nears the main entrance he is alone as he walks toward the doors. There is a mock up of a swingset at the entrance of the factory. It is one of the first swingset models the factory ever produced. Samuel is absently watching the set, as he nears the doors. At that moment the swings begin moving quickly, back and forth.

Entity

He is the only one at the entrance. And the swings move quickly back and forth. Samuel feels the hair stand up across his body as the goosebumps form. As he nears the double doors of the factory, words form on the glass of their own accord. It is though a hand is tracing the letters. And they form in the condensation of the glass.

Two words. But they are enough to stop Samuel in his tracks. He stares incredulously as the words form from nothingness. Chills race up his spine as the words are underlined, capping the sinister feel of them nicely – “Leave now“

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