Rohan and Charu loved adventure. One day, they decided to spend the night at an old cabin in the woods. People said it was haunted, but they didn’t believe in ghosts. They packed their bags and set off, excited for their spooky night.

The cabin was old and creaky. The wood was rotten, and the windows were dirty. They opened the door, and a cold wind blew in. “Just the wind,” Rohan said, but Charu shivered. They stepped inside, and the door slammed shut behind them. “Must be the wind again,” Rohan laughed nervously.

Inside, the cabin was dark and dusty. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and the furniture was covered in white sheets. They lit some candles and set up their sleeping bags. “Let’s tell ghost stories!” Rohan suggested. Charu agreed, trying to ignore the eerie feeling in the room.

As they told stories, the wind howled outside. The trees scratched against the windows like long, bony fingers. Suddenly, they heard a noise upstairs. “Did you hear that?” Charu whispered. Rohan nodded, his face pale. “Probably just the wind,” he said again, but his voice shook.

They decided to investigate. Holding a candle, they climbed the creaky stairs. Each step echoed through the silent cabin. At the top, they found a long hallway with many doors. The noise was louder now, a soft, scratching sound.

They followed the sound to a door at the end of the hall. Rohan slowly pushed it open. Inside was a dusty old bedroom. The scratching noise was coming from the closet. They exchanged nervous glances. “Should we open it?” Charu asked. Rohan nodded.

With shaking hands, Rohan opened the closet door. Inside, they found an old diary. The scratching noise stopped. “It’s just an old book,” Charu sighed with relief. They took the diary downstairs and began to read.

The diary belonged to a girl named Sarah. It told the story of how she and her family lived in the cabin many years ago. But then strange things started to happen. They heard noises, saw shadows, and felt cold spots. One night, Sarah’s family disappeared, and she was left alone. The last entry was smudged with tears and ended unexpectedly.

As they read, the wind outside grew louder, and the candles flickered. Charu felt a chill run down her spine. “Do you think Sarah’s ghost is still here?” she whispered. Before Rohan could answer, the door to the cabin slammed open. They jumped, dropping the diary.

A dark figure stood in the doorway. It was hard to see in the dim light, but it looked like a girl. “Who are you?” Rohan called out, his voice trembling. The figure didn’t answer. It stepped inside, and they could see its eyes glowing in the darkness.

Charu screamed, and they both ran upstairs, slamming the bedroom door behind them. They could hear the footsteps coming closer, slow and steady. They hid in the closet, holding their breath. The footsteps stopped outside the door. The doorknob turned slowly.

The door creaked open, and they saw the figure standing in the doorway. “Sarah?” Charu whispered. The figure stepped closer, and they could see her face. It was pale and sad. “Help me,” she whispered back. Then, she vanished.

The wind stopped, and the cabin was silent. Rohan and Charu ran out of the cabin, never looking back. They never spoke about that night again, but they knew the stories were true. The old cabin was haunted, and Sarah’s ghost was still looking for her family.