Hiding in a park late at night.

Maybe it's because I've grown up, but it's boring. I remember when I was a child, I would hold my breath and crouch down, determined not to be found until the very end. Not being found, becoming the last person—that was what mattered. It was fun. There was excitement. But now... ...the moonlight is faintly dim and hazy. *This is a submission for a horror project.*