I broke into Berlin's abandoned Spreepark at night and I'm not okay

Okay I wasn't going to post this but here we go.

So a friend of mine is studying abroad in Germany and she told me about Spreepark. Completely deadpan, completely serious. Spreepark was this massive amusement park in Berlin, shut down officially in 2002. After that, people kept reporting weird lights and mystery figures wandering around inside. By 2015 the whole place was a restricted zone.

And people STILL jump the fence.

Why? Because there's a rumor. That something inside... calls to you.

My friend looked me dead in the eye and said "people have gone in and disappeared. mostly kids who thought it was a joke. not one of them came back."

I collect real horror stories. I literally could not let this go.

So. I grabbed my camera, my flashlight, and my apparently nonexistent survival instincts, and I went at night. The place sits near the Spree river on the outskirts of Berlin, still shows up on maps. The entrance had this old iron gate but one side was bent just enough to squeeze through.

I went in.

And the silence hit me immediately. Like. actual silence. A dead carousel. A rusted roller coaster. A ticket booth buried in weeds. Everything frozen. Except some of the rides looked almost... clean. like they were waiting.

Then the ferris wheel started moving.

The ferris wheel. That had no power. That hadn't had power in over ten years. Slowly, slowly rotating. Like someone flipped a switch.

I stopped breathing and just watched.

And at the top of the ferris wheel. someone was sitting there. Long hair. White clothes. Face completely still.

I backed up on instinct and caught my foot on some metal structure and went down hard. And that's when the megaphone speakers crackled.

"come back... come back..."

Over and over. Just whispering.

I ran. Got out. But right before I climbed back over the fence, I caught my reflection in the ticket booth glass.

I came alone.

There was someone standing behind me.

I didn't process it in the moment. just ran. Got back to the city, started going through my photos, and my skin just. crawled.

The carousel photos. Every single horse had a rider.

And the last file on my camera was a video I never recorded. A close-up of my face. Shot from directly in front of me, like someone was standing inches away.

I have no memory of filming that. I have no memory of anyone being that close.

I don't know what's on that ferris wheel. I don't know who was behind me in that glass.

I'm not going back.