“This happened at my old house in Staten island in 2002 when I was only 15. Me and my friend were walking outside to the park. It was late in the day so by the time we got to the park it was kind of dark. We decided to stay anyways and just tell our parents to pick us up.
So we were just there sitting on the swings and listening to music when we heard an ice cream truck. We turned around to see if it was behind us, but when we looked there was nothing. We decided we were just hearing things so we quickly forgot it. Then we heard the sounds of kids playing, and the swings started moving next to us. We got freaked out and decided to walk home since our parents weren’t coming any time soon.