29/05/2025
In the sleepy town of Ravenswood, where fog rolled in like a damp blanket every evening, the locals whispered about the White Lady. She was a ghost girl with piercing green eyes and hair as pale as the mist that shrouded the streets.
No one knew her name, but everyone knew her routine. Every night, at precisely 11 PM, she'd appear in the town square, her long dress fluttering in the wind. Some claimed to have seen her dancing under the lone streetlamp, her movements ethereal and sorrowful.
One stormy night, a brave teenager named Alex decided to confront the White Lady. He stood under the streetlamp, his heart racing as the clock struck 11. The wind howled, and suddenly, she materialized before him.
To Alex's surprise, the White Lady wasn't frightening. She looked lost, her eyes filled with a deep longing. As he watched, she began to dance, her steps weaving a tale of love and loss. Entranced, Alex joined in, and together they twirled under the streetlamp, the storm raging around them.
When the dance ended, the White Lady vanished, leaving Alex with more questions than answers. But from that night on, the townspeople noticed a change. The White Lady's appearances became less frequent, and when she did appear, her eyes seemed less sorrowful.
Some say Alex's dance with the ghost girl helped her find peace. Others claim she found a piece of herself in the living. Whatever the truth, Ravenswood's residents knew that on certain nights, when the fog rolled in just right, they could still catch a glimpse of the White Lady, dancing under the streetlamp, her heart a little lighter.