"Spookey Moment " A Short Story.

A bone-chilling wind swept through the abandoned house, causing the old wooden floors to creak underfoot. The moon cast a ghostly glow through the broken windows, creating twisted shadows that seemed to move of their own accord. The air was thick with dust, making every breath feel heavy and labored.

A sudden cold shiver ran down the spine as an inexplicable chill filled the room. The feeling of being watched grew stronger, though no one was there. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant sound of dripping water.

A flicker of light caught the eye, and the heart pounded faster. A shadowy figure stood at the end of the hallway, motionless and menacing. The instinct to flee was overpowering, but feet felt rooted to the spot. The figure slowly dissolved into the darkness, leaving an eerie stillness in its wake.

The sense of dread lingered long after the figure vanished, a reminder of the spine-chilling encounter with the unknown.