The forest had always intrigued Mia and her friends, Jake and Lisa. They had heard tales of a haunted ruin deep within—a place where no one dared to venture after dusk. Determined to experience a real adventure, the three friends decided to explore it.
As evening shadows began to stretch, they reached the edge of the forest. The trees loomed tall, casting eerie silhouettes under the fading light. The only sounds were the crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant call of night birds. Mia clutched her flashlight tightly, feeling an odd chill.
They walked deeper, following an overgrown trail, and eventually reached a narrow path that led to the ruins. The entrance was an arched stone doorway covered in moss, and an unsettling, cold air seeped from within. They hesitated but pressed forward, their excitement mixed with a growing sense of dread.
Inside, the ruin was dark and filled with the smell of damp earth and decay. Shadows flickered on the walls as they moved their flashlights. "Let’s split up and cover more ground," Jake suggested. Mia reluctantly agreed, and they fanned out through the empty hallways.
Mia’s footsteps echoed, and she felt a strange sense of being watched. She brushed it off until she heard a whisper, faint yet clear, saying her name. Her heart pounded, and she called out, "Jake? Lisa?" No response. Suddenly, her flashlight flickered, and in the dim light, she caught a glimpse of a figure standing at the end of the hallway, cloaked in darkness. She froze, breath held, as it began to move toward her, soundlessly gliding over the ground.
In panic, she stumbled backward, running through the winding halls, desperately trying to find her way back. Her mind raced with fear. She tripped and fell hard onto the cold floor, bruising her knee. As she scrambled up, the whisper returned, closer and louder, "Mia..."
Frantic, she managed to reach an open area where Jake and Lisa were waiting, both looking pale and shaken. “I saw something,” Jake whispered, his voice trembling. “I think it was following me. Did you hear voices too?”
They nodded, all equally terrified, but as they spoke, a sudden crash echoed behind them. A shadow moved near the doorway—a twisted, translucent figure watching them with hollow eyes. In unison, they sprinted toward the exit, hearts racing.
When they finally burst out into the open, they didn’t stop until they were well away from the ruin. Panting and shaken, they paused to catch their breath, glancing back at the forest. In the dim moonlight, they thought they could see the figure standing at the edge of the trees, watching them silently, as if it were bound to the ruin but aware of them.
It was only later that they learned about the legend: a ghostly guardian who haunted those ruins, waiting to guide lost souls. Mia, Jake, and Lisa never returned, but the eerie memory of the whispering figure haunted them for years.
