“Ready or not, here I come...”

A sinister voice called out into the empty air, waiting for a moment of confusion to fall upon the player of the innocent childhood game.

“You forgot to count to ten, dad!”

It’s funny that little children can’t recognise their parents voices from afar. It’s like an accident waiting to happen.

“Oh yeah! Sorry son,” there was no element of happiness or joy in the voice of this man. If there was anyone less suited to be a father, it would be a miracle. This child was in trouble.

You know when you play hide and seek with a little kid and they don’t really understand the concept of the game. Hiding in plain sight, you may say. Well, you should always hide from a kidnapper.

“One...” step closer he moved, his feet not making a single sound.

“Two...” muffled sounds coming from the boot of the nearest car. Bet you wondered what he’d done with dad?

“Three...” twigs snapped under his foot.

“Four...” people leaving the playground, turning their backs on this horrifying act.

“Five...” seconds left to run.

“Ready or not, here I come!”

A bang echoed around the green. A man fell to the floor, blood and brains spilling from his head.

“Fuck you for messing with my son.” Said dad.