was a cold, silent night when Rohit was returning home through a lonely path surrounded by dense trees. The wind howled softly, and the sound of his own footsteps echoed in the darkness. Suddenly, he felt someone walking behind him. He turned around, but no one was there. Ignoring it, he began walking faster — but the sound of footsteps continued, matching his every move.
His heart pounded as fear gripped him. He dared to look back again and froze — a shadowy figure stood under a tree, motionless yet staring right at him. The air turned cold, and his breath became visible in the chill. He shouted, “Who’s there?” but the voice that replied wasn’t human — it whispered his name in a deep, eerie tone.
Terrified, Rohit ran without looking back until he reached home. When he told his grandmother what happened, her face turned pale. She said that years ago, someone was murdered on that same path, and people still hear his ghostly footsteps at night. Since that day, Rohit never dared to walk alone in the dark ag
ain.
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