tell me a short ghost story

Once upon a time, there was an old, abandoned house at the end of a dark lane. People said it was haunted. One night, a young girl named Lily was dared by her friends to enter the house. As she stepped inside, a cold breeze blew through her. She heard strange whispers and saw a faint figure in the corner. Scared, she tried to run but the door slammed shut. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, the figure was gone. She quickly found a window and escaped. Since then, she never took a dare like that again.

Once upon a time, in an old, abandoned house, there was a strange noise at midnight. A young girl, curious, went to explore. As she entered a dark room, she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She turned around, but saw nothing. Suddenly, a white figure floated past her. Terrified, she ran out of the house and never returned.

There was an old, abandoned house at the end of the street. One night, a young girl walked by it. She heard a faint crying from inside. Curious, she peeked through the window. A pale face stared back at her, and then vanished. She ran home as fast as she could, and that night, she could still hear the sobbing in her dreams.

Once upon a time, there was a little ghost named Casper who was really bad at being spooky. One day, he tried to scare a cat. But instead of running away, the cat just stared at him and started licking its paws. Casper was so confused that he floated away, muttering to himself about how tough cats are.

In a haunted hotel, a couple checked in for a weekend getaway. At midnight, they heard a woman sobbing in the hallway. They opened the door to check, but saw no one. Back in their room, the sobbing continued. The woman then noticed a cold handprint on the window. They tried to leave, but the door wouldn't open. Suddenly, the sobbing stopped, and the door swung open. They rushed out and never looked back.

I walked into an old house. A cold wind blew. I saw a white figure. I ran.

In a small village, there was an old well. Legend had it that a young girl had drowned there long ago. One day, a curious child peered into the well. Suddenly, a pale face with long, wet hair looked back at him. The child screamed and tried to run. But he felt a cold, wet hand grab his ankle. He struggled and finally managed to break free. Ever since then, he never went near that well again.

There was a young girl who moved into an old house. One night, she heard strange scratching noises coming from the attic. When she went to investigate, she saw a faint white figure. She screamed and ran back to her room. But then, the door slowly creaked open, and a cold breeze swept through. She hid under the covers, but she could feel the presence getting closer and closer. Finally, she fainted. When she woke up in the morning, she was still alone in the house, but she could never forget that terrifying night.

A woman was camping. In the middle of the night, she woke up to see a pair of glowing eyes outside her tent. She froze. Then she heard a low growl. When she finally found the courage to look again, the eyes were gone.

There was once a young archaeologist named Ahmed. He entered an ancient tomb in the Valley of the Kings. As soon as he stepped in, a cold wind blew. He ignored it and started to explore. But then, he saw a shadowy figure of a woman in ancient Egyptian dress. She seemed to be crying. Ahmed got scared and tried to leave, but the entrance was blocked. The figure came closer, and he could feel its coldness. Suddenly, he remembered a prayer his grandmother taught him. He recited it, and the figure disappeared, and the entrance opened again.