Witch in the Park

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Now, it’s not much of a story, but it’s believable because of that.

The story doesn’t take place in US like most of the stories here but in southeastern Europe, Croatia to be more precise in city of Dubrovnik. If any of you watch Game of Thrones you can recall the scene of Joffrey’s wedding and the park where the scene of it was took, is the park in which my stories take place.

Now the park isn’t that large at all, in the most isolated place you are probably 2 minutes of walking away from the nearest house, and you can walk trough entire park in 10 minutes, but when it gets dark it can get really creepy.

First story happened probably a bit less than a year ago my girlfriend and me we were walking in the more wooded part of our little park, but still we were 10 seconds from the nearest house. My girlfriend is the easily spooked type of person, so I was making fun of her being scared of this park, she was begging me to go out of it and I assured her we will be out in a minute, when we suddenly heard this, what is best described as a witch’s cackle, like that cliche cackle you hear in kid’s movies. So there was no previous noise of people talking or walking or anything like that, nor did it came from the direction of the houses I mentioned before, it came from the only direction there were no,

so we bolted it out of there, our descent into the civilization lasted less than a minute. Once we were on the road again my girlfriend started crying out of terror. We mostly written it of to somebody screwing with us or just somebody with a really creepy laugh, but the memory of it haunted us a bit and we didn’t visit that park for some time after that.

The next story takes place half a year after that, somewhere a bit before the december of 2016, this time my girlfriend or anybody else wasn’t present there. It happened somewhere around 3 to 5 in the morning, can’t remember correctly. Now I was drunk, but not the drunk people imagine when somebody says drunk,

I basically drank enough so I would be relaxed enough to dance and not to feel out of place in a club. So as the night was passing and the last drink I had was hours ago, I started to feel more and more sober. I wasn’t in many clubs in my life so I can’t if it is like this everywhere but the first signs that you are getting sober in the mentioned club, isn’t the return of your self awareness of how bad you dance and the feeling that comes with it. It’s the heat, the unbearable heat that drives anybody except the one who are drunk enough not to care or notice.

So as I said I was getting sober, and the heat was getting unbearable, so I decided to take a walk, during my walk I felt a need to relieve myself and since I didn’t feel like going back to that hell just yet, and I didn’t want to be an asshole and piss near somebodies door I decided to take my call of nature to the nature herself. I walked up the hill to the park and didn’t venture deep maybe 50 meters from the entrance and I started doing it.

Then I heard that same laugh, that same cackle coming roughly from the same direction I heard it last time, only that this time that place was a bit more away from me so it was more quite, bit more trough the echo, but it was the same cackle I’ve heard a half a year before that.

I froze for a second, finished what I came for and walked from there as fast as I could without running.

I mentioned this, same as the other encounter to my friends who laughed it of, either not believing it or just writing it off to whatever.

I didn’t hear anything of sort since, nor did I hear anybody having same or similar experiences and it’s a frequent place to walk your dog during the day, and a popular spot for all sorts of metal heads and hipsters to drink during the weekend. So I hope it was just some random coincidence of somebody laughing creepily while I happened to be there.


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