The playground is bright but outside there is nothing but darkness. The pitch dark, where the shadows are.
There is no noise here, either. No laughing or crying, not even the sound of little footsteps or a ball bouncing.
The children can swing on the swings, spin on the roundabout, slide down the chute. But they mustn’t ever stop, or sit down on the benches.
If they do, the shadows will come and drag them off into the darkness forever.
This is where the souls of the children who have done Really Bad Things go: the Playground of the Damned.