The Girl in the Well
On Halloween night, a group of kids dared Oliver to peer into the old stone well behind the church. Legends said a little girl had drowned there a hundred years ago, and her spirit still waited for someone to talk to her. The others laughed as Oliver leaned over the mossy edge, shouting, “Hello?” His voice echoed faintly—then another voice replied, soft and trembling, “Hello, Oliver.” The laughter stopped instantly. No one had said his name. Heart pounding, Oliver peered deeper into the darkness, and two faint blue eyes stared back at him from below. “Help me,” the voice whispered, fragile and desperate. His friends screamed for him to stop, but curiosity outweighed fear. He reached out his hand toward the echoing voice, feeling a sudden icy grip tighten around his wrist. The cold burned his skin as the pull grew stronger. He tried to scream, but water splashed up and swallowed his voice. The next morning, the police found only his flashlight lying beside the well, still turned on, flickering weakly. When they looked inside, they saw nothing but black water—and then, for a second, two pale faces staring up, both smiling. The townspeople sealed the well the next day, but every Halloween night, if you lean close enough, you can still hear a boy’s voice calling softly from below: “Hello... is anyone there?”
ID: chimsedinang