The Whispering Grandmother

Rohan was only ten years old when he went to spend the summer with his grandmother in her old village house. The house was big, quiet, and surrounded by tall trees that made strange noises at night. His grandmother always warned him, “Never open your door after midnight, no matter what you hear.”
One night, Rohan woke up suddenly. He heard a soft whisper outside his bedroom door.
“Rohan… beta… open the door… it’s Dadi.”
The voice sounded exactly like his grandmother. Rohan slowly got out of bed, but then he remembered her warning. His heart began to pound loudly.
Again the voice whispered, “Rohan… please open the door.”
Rohan walked closer to the door and looked at the shadow under it. Suddenly he froze. The shadow didn’t look normal. Long, thin fingers were scratching the floor slowly.
Terrified, Rohan ran back to his bed and hid under the blanket.
In the morning, he told his grandmother everything. Her face became pale.
“But Rohan,” she said quietly, “I never left my room last night.”
That night, both of them heard the whisper again in the dark hallway.
“Rohan… open the door…” 👻