Ghost Building

On the outskirts of a bustling metropolis stands a decrepit building that sends shivers down the spines of those who dare to approach it. The locals call it the “Ghost Building” This towering structure, reaching high into the sky, forms a stark contrast with the surrounding modern architecture. Its appearance is in ruins, with shattered windows, glass shards scattered on the ground, and walls covered in moss and vines, exuding an eerie and desolate atmosphere.



Legend has it that this building once housed the headquarters of a massive corporation. However, a sudden and inexplicable fire erupted, leading to the company’s bankruptcy and the departure of its employees. The fire caused numerous casualties, and since then, the building has been abandoned.



Despite the passage of time, the memory of that dreadful disaster remains deeply etched in people’s minds. As night falls, the tower emits an uncanny aura that unsettles and terrifies passersby. Some claim to hear strange noises and flickering lights coming from within, while others swear they’ve seen ghostly figures wandering the halls. These rumors have turned the building into a place shrouded in mystery, attracting countless curious souls eager to explore its secrets. Yet, most people are too afraid to approach, fearing misfortune or a curse. Only a handful of the brave and fearless dare to step into this forbidden zone, attempting to unravel its mysteries. But so far, no one has managed to fully uncover the truth.



The legend of the Ghost Building has been circulating among the nearby residents for a long time. Some say that the fire killed all the employees, and their restless spirits still haunt the building. Others believe that a vast fortune is hidden inside, but anyone who enters will meet with disaster. As a result, despite the beautiful surroundings and low housing prices, no one dares to live near the Ghost Building.



On this particular day, the sun was shining brightly, and the weather was clear. But a young photographer found himself deeply intrigued by a mysterious and terrifying place—the Ghost Building. He had heard the stories and felt a surge of curiosity and adventurous spirit, deciding to explore it for himself.



He slung his beloved camera over his shoulder and set off for the Ghost Building. Upon arrival, he was greeted by an old and sinister building, surrounded by overgrown weeds and dilapidated walls. The entrance door was tightly shut, with a rusty padlock hanging on it, as if warning people not to enter this forgotten world.



However, the brave photographer was not deterred. He gently pushed the door and found that it was not locked, just slightly wobbly. So, he carefully opened the door and stepped inside. A gust of cold wind hit him, causing him to shiver.



As soon as he entered, the photographer immediately sensed an odd atmosphere. The peeling paint on the walls, the decaying floor, and the dim lighting all added to the mysterious ambiance. He slowly moved forward, tightly gripping his camera, ready to capture any paranormal phenomena or strange scenes that might appear.



Every step was accompanied by a faint creaking sound, which was quite chilling. The photographer nervously looked around, hoping to find some interesting angles for his photos. Suddenly, he heard a low, mournful sigh, which seemed to come from upstairs. He stopped in his tracks, his heart racing, unsure of what to do next. But his courage told him not to back down and to keep moving forward.



He slowly climbed the stairs, taking each step cautiously, afraid of disturbing some unknown presence. When he reached the second floor, he noticed a half-open door at the end of the corridor, with a faint light shining through. The photographer approached the door, feeling a chill run down his spine. He took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open, only to be left speechless by what he saw.



The interior was dim and damp, filled with a musty odor. The photographer carefully walked up the dusty stairs, the hollow sound of his footsteps echoing around him. He continued to document the abandoned building with his camera as he moved forward.



When he reached the second floor, he suddenly heard a strange, eerie cry. The photographer’s heart tightened, but he did not retreat. Instead, he followed the sound to a room. The cries seemed to be coming from inside. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open.



The room was in complete disarray, as if a fierce fight or argument had just taken place. Papers, office supplies, and broken items were scattered all over the floor, creating a disturbing scene.



The sorrowful atmosphere that had filled the room was suddenly replaced by a chilling, mocking laugh. It was abrupt and grating, sending shivers down the photographer’s spine. Fear began to rise in his heart, and he almost dropped his camera.



The photographer nervously scanned the surroundings, trying to locate the source of the laughter. However, there was no one in sight. His heart pounded faster, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He felt as if he had fallen into a terrifying trap with no way out.



At that moment, he felt a pair of cold hands on his shoulders. He jumped and quickly turned around, but there was no one there. His breathing became rapid, and his mind was flooded with terrifying images.



Suddenly, a pale hand reached out from behind him and grabbed his wrist. The photographer let out a scream of terror and struggled to break free from the grip. He wanted to escape this horrifying place, but he found himself trapped.



Without warning, there was a loud “crack,” and the floor beneath him gave way! The photographer screamed in terror as he fell into a hidden passage. He tumbled and collided with the ground several times in the darkness before finally coming to a stop in a mysterious basement.



The basement was filled with an old, damp smell, and the lighting was extremely dim. The photographer tried to calm himself and adjust to the unfamiliar environment. He blinked to clear his vision and noticed a closed iron door not far away, with a rusty padlock hanging above it!



With all his strength, he managed to push open the heavy iron door. With a creak, the door slowly opened, revealing a long and dimly lit passage behind it. The passage was filled with an old and decaying odor, which felt somewhat oppressive.



The photographer cautiously stepped into the passage, tightly holding his camera and nervously observing his surroundings. The walls on either side were in poor condition, with pieces of plaster occasionally falling off. He moved forward carefully, filled with a mix of anticipation and unease.



After a long journey, the photographer finally reached the end of the passage. In front of him was a sealed chamber with a rusted door that had no lock. He gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.



As he entered the chamber, a blinding light momentarily hurt his eyes. Once his vision adjusted, he saw a pile of treasures—mountains of gold, silver, and precious gems, all glittering temptingly.



The photographer was overwhelmed with excitement, his eyes gleaming with greed. He quickly picked up his camera and began to capture every detail of the hidden treasure, hoping to immortalize this moment and reveal the existence of this secret hoard to the world.



However, at that moment, he heard a faint noise. It seemed to come from deep within the chamber, as if something was approaching. The photographer’s heart raced, and fear enveloped him. He stopped what he was doing and listened intently to the sound.



At that moment, he heard hurried footsteps. The photographer turned around and saw a pale face at the entrance of the passage. It was a man in a tattered suit, with hollow, lifeless eyes and a sinister smile on his lips.



The photographer was terrified out of his wits. His hands went limp, and his camera fell to the ground with a “thud.” His face turned as white as paper, and his legs felt weak. He turned and ran, gasping for breath, his heart pounding as if it would burst. He didn’t know what he had seen, but he knew it was something no human should ever encounter.



He sprinted down the passage, the uneven ground causing him to nearly trip several times. But he dared not stop, as he could feel a powerful force chasing him from behind. He glanced back and saw the man pursuing him at an astonishing speed, his eyes gleaming with an eerie light.



The photographer’s breathing grew more and more labored, and his clothes were drenched in sweat. He felt as if he was about to suffocate, but his instinct for survival kept him running forward. Finally, he burst out of the basement and back into the entrance of the Ghost Building. The sunlight shone on him, bringing a sense of warmth and relief. However, when he looked back, he saw the man had already reached the entrance.



He gasped for breath as he ran out of the building and into the sunlight. Looking back, the Ghost Building still stood there, as if nothing had happened. The photographer, still shaken, gathered his camera and hurried away from that terrifying place.



From that day on, the photographer never spoke of the Ghost Building again. The legend of the Ghost Building continued to circulate among the local residents, remaining an eternal mystery.