My friend and I had to work in my mother's shop last summer. After we'd finished work we used to walk around in the area. Around August we found a beautiful park where we could pass our spare time. Although summer in Greece is too hot in the park it was cool. I wasn't afraid of something when I was there but I must say that I felt like I was being watched. In addition and it sounds crazy but I couldn't leave part with my bag I felt like someone would take it.
As the days passed by a strange sense and an inner fear was growing within me while I was there. Sometimes I'd turn my head quickly and my eye would catch a shadow. Other times whilst we were not so close to the park, we would see a man sitting in the park. As we got closer he would disappear.
These incidents made me nervous. However, my friend being braver than me told me that the ghosts were in my mind. But many times I found that she could feel our encounters too. I forget to sat that sometime we would stay there until nine o clock every day.
Some nights while we were sitting in the park, my eye caught the shadow of a young man. I shouted because he appeared and disappeared immediately like the dust. My friend told me to relax but he then appeared behind her. I couldn't stay there I was shaking. Then he appeared in front of her behind me this time. For a second she was frozen. After a terrible minute or so she took my hand and we run as fast as we could until we reached my mother's workplace.
We didn't discuss this issue anymore. I passed through the park to visit my mother's shop and I found something. There is a wooden cross in a corner of the park. In my tradition a cross means that someone died there.