The Ghostly Girl (HORROR)

There's a legend in the small, fog-covered town-a tale of a girl who walks the woods at dusk, her pale figure barely visible through the shifting mist. They call her The Ghostly Girl, and her story is whispered in hushed tones, a warning to those who dare stray too far into the shadows.

No one knows her name or where she came from, but her presence is undeniable. She's been seen standing by the edge of the forest, her white dress tattered and her long hair falling like a veil over her face. At first glance, she seems fragile, almost harmless, her slight frame swaying as though caught in an invisible breeze. But those who've met her eyes speak of a terror that grips the soul-a pair of hollow, black voids that seem to pierce through reality itself.

The Ghostly Girl doesn't speak. She doesn't scream. She simply watches, her silence more chilling than any cry. But those who encounter her are never the same. Some claim to hear whispers in their minds, fragmented and nonsensical, like echoes from a distant nightmare. Others feel an unnatural cold that clings to their skin, as if her presence leaves a mark that no warmth can erase.

The stories say she lures the curious deeper into the woods, her figure flitting just out of reach. The deeper they go, the less the world seems real. The trees twist unnaturally, the shadows stretch like living things, and the path back disappears. Those who follow too far are never seen again.

Some believe the Ghostly Girl is searching for something-or someone. Perhaps she was abandoned, betrayed, or lost in a tragedy so profound that her soul never found rest. Others argue she's a harbinger of doom, her presence a warning of death to come.

But one thing is certain: when you see the Ghostly Girl, you must not approach her. Turn away, no matter how innocent she seems. Do not call out, and do not follow. For if you do, you may find yourself trapped in her world-a place where time stands still, where the living become shadows, and where the only sound is the faint, mournful hum of the ghostly girl.

And once you're there, no one will hear your screams.