Аудиои муштаракшуда

In Isabela, one night, a child walked down a dark road. Suddenly, they stopped, hearing footsteps behind them. When they turned around, no one was there. But as they continued walking, they felt a cold breeze on their neck. They hurried, but with every step, they still heard deep sighs. When they g…

In Isabela, one night, a child walked down a dark road. Suddenly, they stopped, hearing footsteps behind them. When they turned around, no one was there. But as they continued walking, they felt a cold breeze on their neck. They hurried, but with every step, they still heard deep sighs. When they got home, they saw a white figure in their mirror.