❝𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝❞creepypasta investigation

The little girl⁽ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ⁾

⋆⑅˚₊ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 ؛ ଓ 𖦹 ׂ🐇 ⋆ ۪

ᓚᘏᗢ- This will be a short chapter but it's an experience that scared me a lot.

My friend had come to visit one day, it was getting late so she decided to stay over so we could tell each other scary stories and eat crêpes. 

We were sitting cross legged on my bed, we were watching Jessii Vee on my laptop and talking about the videos.

We suddently heard the swings outside my house creaking and paused the video. We both looked at each other and run straight to the window to see what kind of parent would allow their child to play so late at night ⁽ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒᶜᵏ ˢʰᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ²:⁴⁵ᵃᵐ ⁱᶠ ⁱ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᶜᵒʳʳᵉᶜᵗˡʸ⁾ , but to our surprise there was noone out.

Perhaps it was just the wind? It was a very warm day and there actually wasn't even a drift, the leaves in the trees were still, and only one swing was swinging...

We got chills seeing that one swing going back and forth, but what made our blood freeze was how it slowly stopped, and the giggle of a little girl coming right from behind us.

ᓚᘏᗢ- So about that night, both me and Sofia ₍ₘy fᵣᵢₑₙd₎ were petrified and didn't know what to do. We coulnd't find the source of the giggling, it wasn't coming from any electronic device or a different room. We had even put our ears on the wall to see if it was the neigbour, even tho there was only an old lady living there, but still the sound seemed to be hiding under my bed... We both had sworn we had seen a translucent silhouette of a child on that swing set.

⋆⑅˚₊ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 ؛ ଓ 𖦹 ׂ🐇 ⋆ ۪

ᓚᘏᗢ- rewrite

The night had woven itself into a tapestry of mystery and fear, transforming an ordinary slumber party into an encounter with the unknown. The sight of the solitary swing swaying in the absence of wind, coupled with the ethereal giggle of a child, had plunged the room into a cold silence, the kind that precedes a storm. Sofia and I, bound by a sudden kinship born of fear, dared not move, our eyes locked on each other, searching for reassurance where none could be found.

The giggle, playful yet chilling, seemed to dance around us, its source as elusive as a shadow at noon. The old lady next door, our sole neighbor, slept soundly, her presence offering no clues to the phantom laughter that filled our room. Our investigation yielded no answers, only deepening the mystery that enveloped us like a shroud.

Our minds raced with possibilities, each more unsettling than the last. Had the playground outside become a stage for spectral visitors, a place where spirits of the past found solace in the moon's embrace? The translucent silhouette of the child we thought we saw on the swing set lingered in our minds, a ghostly image that refused to be dismissed as mere fancy.

The room, once a haven of laughter and light, now felt oppressive, charged with an energy we could neither understand nor escape. The space under my bed, a mundane nook of dust and forgotten objects, suddenly seemed like a gateway to another realm, a hiding place for whatever entity had decided to make its presence known.

The giggling did not return, nor did the swing outside move again of its own accord.

The rest of the night passed in a haze of whispered theories and uneasy sleep. Morning light brought with it a sense of normalcy, but the memory of that night remained, etched into our minds with the clarity of a bell's chime.

We never spoke of the incident to anyone else, fearing disbelief or ridicule. Yet, within the silent agreement between us, there lay a mutual understanding that we had brushed against the supernatural, a fleeting encounter with a world that lay just beyond the veil of our reality.

The playground, once a symbol of youthful innocence, now carried a hint of mystery, a reminder of the night when the laughter of an unseen child transformed our perception of the ordinary, leading us to question the nature of reality itself.

⋆⑅˚₊ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 ؛ ଓ 𖦹 ׂ🐇 ⋆ ۪