Horror stories

I was at the park alone, watching the little children play with their parents. My eyes fell on a small boy sitting on a bench a little further away. His clothes were in terrible condition and he looked sad. I slowly approached him and asked where his parents were. He looked at me with a serious expression, then stood up and went behind a tree. I followed him. Behind the tree, there was a small chapel built, and inside the chapel was the photograph of the little boy.