was a dark, silent night when Rohan decided to take a shortcut through 13th Street, a road everyone in town
avoided. The street had a reputation — people who entered after midnight were never seen again. But Rohan didn’t believe in ghost stories. He laughed as he crossed the old flickering streetlight that marked the beginning of the street.
A chilling wind brushed past him, and he heard faint whispers calling his name. He turned, but no one was there. The
further he walked, the heavier the air became. Suddenly, he saw a shadow — tall, thin, and moving unnaturally fast. It whispered, “Now it’s your turn.” Terrified,
Rohan ran, but every turn led him back to the same spot — the broken streetlight.
The next morning, his bike was found on the road, still running… but Rohan had vanished. Since that night, every midnight, the streetlight flickers again, and locals say they can hear Rohan’s voice whispering to passersby — “Now it’s your turn…”
