I was sitting on a swing, attached to an old oak tree. I wasn't moving, or making any noise- I was simply off in lala-land, daydreaming about whatever came to mind.
I stared blankly at the single light in the rather large patch of grass. It provided small amounts of light, casting a circle of brightness around it. There was no sun, there was no moon- the skies were a deep hue of bluish black.
I felt this eerie feeling in the air, something was not right, but I was unable to place my finger on what it was. A subtle noise arose from the tree, catching my attention. I followed the familiar sound of ruffling leaves with my eyes, unexpectedly se