My Day at the Waterpark Turned Scary When a Woman Started Laughing at Me

I was 11 or 12 years old when I begged my mom to take me to the waterpark in the next town. She couldn't drive, so she arranged for her friend to drop me off and pick me up after. I was a confident swimmer and had been to the waterpark a few times before by myself. My mom gave me the money for admission and a little extra to get a drink and snack from the vending machines.

I arrived and got changed, putting my bag in a locker and securing the key around my ankle. I couldn't wait to get on the slides. It was early evening, around 6pm, and there weren't too many people there, so I got on all the slides relatively quickly. My favorite was the river rapid slide. On this slide, you would slide down small sections of slide, splashing into small pools in between. You were supposed to use a rubber ring, but most kids (and some adults) didn't bother. No one ever worked on the slides, so it was a bit of a free for all.

I went down the river rapid slide for the fourth or fifth time and splashed into the first pool. I waded around for a bit before heading towards the next section of slide. I was completely alone on the slide, or so I thought. The next pool after this section of slide was a dark, enclosed section. I liked to sit in there sometimes and relax before finishing the ride. However, this time, someone was already in there. A larger woman in her thirties or forties lay on her stomach with her feet over the last section of the slide. Her head was peeking above the water. She was cackling loudly, a hysterical, guttural laugh. She looked me straight in the eyes and pushed herself down the last section of the slide, still laughing as her echo reverberated off the slide walls. I was thoroughly freaked out, and waited five minutes before sliding down so I wouldn't encounter her at the bottom.

Presuming it was a random, freaky coincidence, I went straight back on the slide. Again, no one else was around. I rode the first section normally before apprehensively sliding down the second section into the dark, cave pool. And then I heard it again. That creepy, genuine, hysterical laughter. There she was. The same woman from before. Grinning and laughing while staring straight at me. She again flushed herself down the slide, leaving me alone. I decided that I wasn't going to ride the river rapid slide again that visit. She petrified me.

I decided to go on the black hole next. It was a one-person slide, and you're supposed to wait for the light to go green before sliding. I figured I would be okay, but I was wrong. I flung myself into the black abyss of the tube ride. However, I heard a second thud behind me. I turned around and, in the darkness, my worst fears were confirmed. I saw the shadowy figure of an overweight middle-aged woman following me down the slide. And once again, she started laughing loudly and hard. The kind of laugh where you can barely pause for breath, as if she had seen the funniest show or meme you could imagine. I have never been more terrified in my life. I panicked, slamming my hands down on the floor of the slide and pushing in an attempt to make myself go faster. It worked a little, but she was never far behind, cackling away.

When I reached the bottom of the slide, I threw myself out of the landing area, grazing my knee. I didn't look back as I ran to the changing rooms. I locked myself in a stall and removed the key from my ankle before running out to grab my stuff. I went straight back in and got changed as quickly as I could. Then, I bolted from the building and called my mom. She sent her friend to pick me up right away.

So, creepy laughing waterpark lady, lets not meet again.

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