❝𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝❞creepypasta investigation

The park⁽ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ⁾

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Right next to my house is Pausilipo.  Pausilipo (greek: Παυσίλυπο) means "one that stops the sadness". It is the most beautiful and important area of our small town. My house is right next to it and from our roof you have a full view of it. We call it a park but in fact it is an "alsos" (grek:άλσος) meaning small forest.

My house is right behind the alsos, also my old school and the churh as well, so i have tons of strange happenings to talk about, but today i will talk about specific experiences that has stick with me.

{the crows and lights}

One day i had met up with my friend and we decided to go to the alsos to relax. It was an unusually silent evening, but we didn't think much of it. She went in first (as there are parts from where the paths begin) and i followed after her.  But the moment i stepped my foot ahead of the line cutting the town from it, the crows went crazy. 

A murder of them started curcling above me and cowing loudly. On our right is a playground, and i could hear the cildren crying and screaming in fear. 

We started walking further in as if nothing had happened, and the further in we got the more terror filled our hearts. I don't know why we didn't just leave. I felt called in...

We changed paths and returned to where we started, next to the playground. We stopped for a moment cause we felt followed. I turned my head around to look at this specific area, when the light started flickering. The moment it turned off silence fell. We could only hear or breathing.

⁽ⁱ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛⁱᵈᵉᵒ ⁱ ʰᵃᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵍⁱᶠ ˢᵒ ⁱ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈᵉ ⁱᵗ!⁾

{it changes}

One other day i noticed something odd. I was walking on the main path that leads you in and out of the alsos, and strangely enough it was getting longer. I know it sounds weird, but both me and my friend were confused. We usually take about 5-10 minutes to get to the other side, but that day we needed more than 20 mins. I heard people talk about this strange phenomenon, saying that the forest stays the same on the outside but seems to get bigger on the inside. Like always adults took things in their hands... meaning they called them lies or hallucinations.

{the playground}

And if it wasn't only that, many children that played in the old playground would talk about seeing things hiding behind the trees, they (as well as i) were terrified. I rememeber vividly looking behind me every second thinking a being was following me. I rememeber the first time my stare was pierced in the trees (not at them) and seeing this tall pale creature hiding behind one. It was probably as tall as one itself. I was around 7 years old back then.

{the orbs}

I had seen these from the attic window. Flying orbs dancing through the wind. Many people have seen these and there were theories of UFOs and ghosts. There is deffinitely a scientific explanation but again eerie nontheless. (i will try to find the pictures!)

{the voice}

I recall hearing a familiar voice calling me, when noone was close. I remember children laughing and swinging on the swings, in the middle of the night.

ᓚᘏᗢ- I had recordings of the crows and the screaming but i can't find them...

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ᘏᗢ rewrite

Nestled at the centre of our small town lies Pausilipo, a name that whispers promises of solace, a balm for weary souls. This verdant haven, cloaked in the garb of a small forest—an alsos, as the greeks call it—stands as a testament to nature's enduring beauty amidst the encroachments of civilization. My home, with its back to this mystical expanse, has been the vantage point for many an unexplained occurrence, tales that have woven themselves into the fabric of my life.

{The Crows and Lights}

On an evening draped in an unsettling hush, my friend and I ventured into the alsos, drawn by its tranquil allure. Yet, the moment I crossed the threshold, the air erupted into chaos. A murder of crows, as if summoned by my intrusion, took to the sky, their cries a cacophony that set the heart racing. To our right, the playground echoed with the frightened screams of children, a chilling counterpoint to the birds' frenzy.

Compelled by an inexplicable force, we pressed deeper into the forest's embrace, each step weighed down by a growing sense of dread. Why we did not flee at the first sign of unease remains a mystery, as if the alsos itself demanded our presence.

Returning to our starting point, a feeling of being watched halted our escape. A glance behind revealed a light flickering ominously before succumbing to darkness, plunging us into a silence so profound that our own breaths seemed to betray us.

{It Changes}

Another day brought with it a peculiar revelation—the main path that guided visitors through the alsos appeared to stretch and elongate before our eyes. What was once a brief passage now seemed an endless journey, a phenomenon whispered about yet dismissed by the skeptical as fantasy. Yet, the experience was undeniable, a testament to the alsos's enigmatic nature, its ability to warp perception and challenge reality.

{The Playground}

The playground, a site of innocent mirth, harbored its own share of shadows. Children spoke of creatures lurking behind the trees, of unseen watchers that chilled the blood. My own memories are haunted by the sight of a tall, pale entity, its form obscured yet ominously present—a specter that preyed on youthful imagination and left an indelible mark on my psyche.

{The Orbs}

From the seclusion of the attic window, I bore witness to a spectacle that defied explanation. Orbs of light, ethereal and unbound, danced on the wind, drawing the eye and fueling speculation of otherworldly visitors. Though some sought to rationalize their presence, the orbs remained an enigma, a visual symphony that entranced and unnerved in equal measure.

{The Voice}

Perhaps most unsettling was the voice—a call in the still of night, familiar yet out of place. Laughter and the creak of swings in the absence of children painted a soundscape of haunting beauty, a reminder of the thin veil between worlds, and of the alsos's power to echo with the remnants of the past

Pausilipo, "one that stops the sadness," may offer respite to the weary, but it also cradles mysteries in its shadowed depths. My home, forever linked to this ancient alsos, stands as a sentinel to the unexplained, a keeper of stories that blur the lines between reality and the realms beyond.

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