Just a little creepy something

The sun was setting, all was quiet, no birds sung, no children shouted or laughed, no one spoke, what broke the silence of the air was the whining creak of a metallic swing, in the bottom of an abandoned garden. 

  When new residents would ask no one bought that house and why no one removed the dreadful old thing,
they were told with gusto the story of the horrible happenings at the house at the corner.

"There was a little girl lived there, don't remember how long ago, but her wee dead body was found on that swing, her innocent brown eyes closed like sleeping, and a slit going from under her ear to her stomach,"

and they would trace the line for emphasis, and older residents, would embellish it a little more, to make sure no one would move the swing, out of respect for the dead, no one particularly wanted to buy the house either, for supersticious reasons.

Sometimes whenever all was quiet, and no wind was blowing the trees the swing would rock,

back, and forth, back and forth,
squeak and grind, squeak and grind,

what no one knew, but still speculated in ghost stories, was that there was a little girl sitting on the swing, in a white dress, rocking it,
to and fro,
backwards and forwards,

Always sitting, always watching, she'd been there for eighty years she'd be there for eighty more.

 She watches the people look at her swing in horror, and she wouldn't understand, she'd call to them,

"Why won't you play with me? I'm so lonely?"

 because the little girl didn't understand  that no one could see her, and she couldn't move from the swing because her soul was bound to the metal bars, because that was where she died,
she sat every day,
she watched and waited,
swinging, to and fro,
waiting,
always waiting,
for someone to come and play.

I don't know if I like this.... but I think I do... I don't really know where it came from... what do you think??