The Man in the Empty House
On the edge of a quiet village stood an old, broken house. Everyone said it was haunted by a man who once lived there alone.
One night, a curious boy named Arif and his friends dared him to enter the house. Arif laughed, trying to look brave, and walked inside with a small flashlight.
The door creaked behind him. Dust filled the air, and every step echoed through the empty rooms. Suddenly, he heard slow footsteps upstairs.
"Hello?" Arif called, thinking someone was playing a trick.
The footsteps stopped. Then he heard a deep voice whisper, "Why are you in my house?"
Arif's heart raced. His flashlight flickered, and in the dark hallway he saw a tall shadow of a man standing at the top of the stairs. The figure did not move, but Arif felt cold air rush past him.
He ran toward the door, but it slammed shut by itself. Behind him, the footsteps started again — slow, heavy, coming closer.
Arif shouted and pushed the door with all his strength. It suddenly opened, and he fell outside onto the ground. When he looked back, the house was silent again, as if nothing had happened.
The next day, villagers told him the story: years ago, a lonely man died in that house, and people say his spirit still guards it.
Since that night, Arif never went near the empty house again. And sometimes, late at night, villagers still see a man's shadow standing at the upstairs window.
— The End —
If you want, I can also write a scarier, shorter, or funny ghost story next.