Nicolas and the World Around. Dave Rivera
looked around, then pointed to an old abandoned house at the edge of the park. “Over there, behind the bushes, they say there’s an abandoned house. People even whisper that ghosts live in it. There could be a lot of interesting things in there!”
Oliver whistled. “That sounds great!”
Nicolas nodded, and they both picked up the moonstone, which again sparkled in the boy’s hands, pointing in the direction. The friends decided to set off in the direction of the mysterious cabin, forgetting their differences.
Nicolas could feel their bond growing stronger, and with each step they were getting closer to true friendship.
But before they could reach the house, their attention was caught by the bright light that radiated from the moonstone. “What is it?” – Oliver marveled as the stone began to vibrate in their hands.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from deep within the bushes, interrupting their conversation. They froze in place, turning around warily. What might lie ahead of them?
Nicolas and Oliver stood on the doorstep of an abandoned house that seemed very old and neglected. Its dilapidated walls were covered with green mold stains, and the window frames had lost their former luster and were now framed by cobwebs. The moonstone seemed to beckon them with its mysterious light, giving the atmosphere something wonderful.
“Let’s go inside!” – Nicolas suggested, stepping forward confidently. Oliver hesitated a little, but looking at the gleaming stone, he too made up his mind. They pushed the door, which opened with a pitiful creak, and immediately the stale stench of damp and mold wafted into their noses.
They stepped cautiously across the threshold, and Nicolas, hiding the moonstone in his pocket, looked into the dark corners of the room. It was empty inside: old, broken chairs were lying on the floor, and the walls were decorated only with scraps of old newspapers, probably left over from the time when people had lived here.
“It’s so creepy in here,” – Oliver said quietly, looking around, but there was excitement in his voice. “Do you think it’s really haunted?”
“More likely it’s just a rumor,” – Nicolas replied. – “But it’s still best to be cautious.”
They began to look around the room, and every movement was accompanied by an echo, as if the house was responding to their presence. Suddenly, on an old table, Nicolas noticed a strange object, a box covered with a layer of dust. He moved closer and opened it. Inside were antique toys – carved wooden figures and dusty balls that might once have been children’s favorite toys.
Suddenly the light of the moonstone flashed even brighter, and they both turned around. “Look!” – Oliver exclaimed, pointing to the darkened wall. A shadow resembling a human figure began to loom in it. Nicolas’s heart beat faster, as if he sensed that something was wrong, and it was at that moment that the surrounding time seemed to stop.
The shadow began to gradually clear, and soon they saw that it was a ghost – pale, with loose hair and sad eyes. It looked completely harmless, but there was something about the image that made the children inwardly fearful.
“Maybe we should leave?” – whispered Oliver, but Nicolas, showing courage, stepped forward.
“Hey, hey, we’re just watching,” – he said, trying to hide the tremor in his voice. But the ghost didn’t answer. Instead, its eyes suddenly glittered, and suddenly it began to move closer to them, as if it wanted to convey some kind of feeling.
Seconds, which seemed like an eternity, flew by. Nicolas saw the ghost begin to spread its arms, and then there was a cracking sound from behind them. They both turned around when suddenly something majestic and mysterious passed through them, leaving an icy wind behind it as if it were ghostly itself and filled the room.
“Run!” – Nicolas shouted, turning on his heels and rushing towards the door. His heart was pounding in his chest; he could feel the adrenaline overwhelming him. He quickly ran outside, but when he turned around, he noticed that Oliver hadn’t followed him.
“Oliver! Hurry!” – shouted Nicolas, but his friend, entangled in his fears, stumbled and fell to the floor. The ghost, as if sensing his weakness, rushed toward him. Nicolas froze as he saw his friend frightenedly trying to get up, but the ghost grabbed Oliver’s leg.
“Help!” – Oliver shouted, worried more than anything. His face reflected terror, and Nicolas realized that this was the real danger.
For a moment Nicolas forgot his fear. A feeling flared up inside him that he could not leave Oliver alone. His head was full of worry, and he looked at the moonstone, which seemed to begin to glow even brighter, as if telling him what to do.
“I wish the ghost gone!” – he shouted, feeling the loud voice mingle with his feelings of fear and hope.
A moment later, the air around them was filled with a strange noise, and the ghost, as if sensing Nicolas’s powerful desire, began to dissolve into the air.
Oliver, frightened but with hope in his eyes, lifted his head and stared at Nicolas, full of wonder.
When the ghost disappeared, silence enveloped the abandoned house again. Nicolas felt the embrace of fear loosen and tried to understand what had happened.
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