6th Feb 2025
In a small village, there stood a spooky house. "Are you scared?" whispered Omar, peeking through the cracked window. "I’m not!" replied Leila bravely. They stepped closer, surrounded by fog and tall trees. Suddenly, the door creaked as they pushed it open, revealing dust and darkness inside. The door slammed shut behind them!
As they explored, strange things happened. They saw funny reflections in the mirrors. "Did you hear that?" shouted Sara, trembling as faint whispers called their names. Khaled held up a dusty doll. The moment Leila touched it, it cried loudly! Suddenly, a sad shadowy figure appeared, making them gasp in fear. They had to find out what happens next.
"We have to talk to the ghost," Omar suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. The shadowy figure floated closer, its eyes filled with tears. "Please," it moaned softly, "my treasure was taken, and I can’t rest until it’s found." Leila felt a tug of sympathy and nodded to her friends. "We'll help you," she promised bravely, determined to uncover the mystery that shrouded the house.
Together, they followed the ghost’s gentle guidance, leading them through creaky corridors and down steep stairs into the musty basement. There, hidden beneath the floorboards, they found a small, ornate box covered in dust and cobwebs. Khaled carefully opened it to reveal old letters and a locket with a tiny picture inside. "This must be what the ghost is looking for," Sara whispered, her eyes widening in understanding. The ghost nodded gratefully and began to fade away, leaving behind a feeling of peace.
As the morning light peeked through the windows, the four friends emerged from the house, their hearts light with the joy of helping the ghost find rest. "We did it!" Leila cheered, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And maybe," Khaled added with a grin, "we're a little braver than we thought." With a newfound courage, they headed home, ready for their next adventure, knowing that some secrets are worth discovering.
