He was exploring the creek in the new neighbourhood he moved into. Playing in a small stream and exploring through the fallen trees that were covered in a moss carpet as the birds flit in the branches overhead. He thought it was a trick of the mind, a fleeting moment of insanity but when his eyes flickered back there they were. A young child, about his age with grey eyes crouched down by the river and doing something that he couldnt see well enough. He doesn't approach, anxiety clawing in him.