The Ghost of the Old House
One dark and stormy night, a boy named Arif was walking home from his friend's house. The wind was blowing hard and the trees were moving like they were whispering secrets to each other. Arif was a brave boy, but that night something felt strange.
Near his village there was an old abandoned house. Everyone in the village said the house was haunted. People believed a ghost lived there because strange lights were sometimes seen through the broken windows at night. Arif had heard these stories many times, but he never believed them.
As he was walking past the house, suddenly the rain started to fall heavily. Arif had no umbrella, so he decided to stand under the broken roof of the old house for a few minutes.
The door of the house was half open. When the wind blew, the door made a creepy sound — "Creeeeak… Creeeeak…"
Arif felt a little scared, but he stepped inside.
The house was dark and dusty. Cobwebs were hanging from the ceiling and the floor was covered with old leaves. Suddenly Arif heard footsteps.
"Tap… Tap… Tap…"
His heart started beating fast. He looked around but saw no one.
Then suddenly a cold wind blew across the room. The candle on the table lit up by itself. Arif's hands began to shake.
From the corner of the room, a white shadow slowly appeared. It looked like a tall man wearing old clothes. The shadow moved slowly toward Arif.
Arif wanted to run, but his legs felt frozen.
The ghost spoke in a soft voice, "Do not be afraid…"
Arif was surprised. The ghost did not look angry.
The ghost said, "Many years ago I lived in this house. One night there was a terrible storm and the house was destroyed. Since then my spirit has been trapped here."
Arif gathered his courage and asked, "What do you want from me?"
The ghost replied, "I only want someone to remember me and tell my story. Then I can rest in peace."
Arif promised he would tell the villagers about the lonely spirit in the old house.
The ghost smiled gently. Slowly the white shadow faded away into the darkness.
The rain stopped and the wind became quiet.
Arif walked home quickly that night, but he never forgot what he saw.
The next day he told the villagers the story. After that, people stopped calling the house a haunted place. Instead, they remembered it as the house of a lonely spirit who finally found peace.
And from that night on, no strange lights were ever seen in the old house again.