23rd Jun 2025
One breezy night, Mia and her best friend Alex decided to explore the old Thompson house. "I dare you to go inside!" whispered Alex, his eyes wide with excitement. The creaky door opened with a groan as they stepped inside, flashlight beams zigzagging through dust and shadow. Suddenly, they heard a whisper, "Get out!" Mia shivered, but Alex just laughed. "It’s just the wind!" he said, trying to sound brave, as they climbed the rickety stairs to the attic.
In the attic, shadows danced and the air felt cold. "Do you hear that?" whispered Mia, her voice trembling. Glowing figures appeared, their faces twisted in anger. A ghost floated closer, its icy breath freezing the air, "Why have you come here?" The room echoed with their chilling voices, full of rage. As Mia and Alex turned to flee, the ghosts swarmed, wanting to keep them forever in their haunted home. The chase began, and it was now a race against time to escape!
Mia's heart pounded like a drum as she grabbed Alex's hand, pulling him toward the rickety stairs. "We have to get out of here!" she urged, glancing back at the swirling specters. Their laughter echoed chillingly, mingling with the creaking boards beneath their feet. Just as they reached the top of the stairs, a ghostly figure appeared, blocking their path with a sinister grin. "You can't leave," it hissed, reaching out with its transparent hand.
Thinking quickly, Alex remembered the old stories his grandmother used to tell about ghosts being afraid of light. "Mia, our flashlights!" he exclaimed, flicking his on to the highest setting. The bright beams cut through the gloom, causing the ghosts to recoil with a wail. Mia followed suit, and together they edged forward, their lights forming a protective shield. The ghosts shrieked and faded back, unable to withstand the brightness.
With the ghosts momentarily held at bay, Mia and Alex dashed down the stairs, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls. Panting, they burst through the front door into the cool night air, slamming it shut behind them. As they stood outside, catching their breath under the moonlit sky, Mia looked at Alex with a nervous smile. "I don't think we'll be going back there anytime soon," she said, and Alex nodded, laughing shakily. The old Thompson house stood silent and dark, its secrets locked away for another night.
