Losten boy

It was a dark night, with no moon in the sky, deep in the mountains where even the wind was too afraid to whisper.

A small boy, only 7 years old, had lost his way while chasing a strange light flickering between the trees.

At first, he thought it was a fallen star… but the closer he got, the more it seemed to drift away from him.

"Don’t stop…"

a soft voice whispered behind him.

He turned quickly—but no one was there. Only trees… and darkness.

He started running, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. Suddenly, the light appeared again—this time closer, like

a small lantern moving on its own.

"Come… let’s find your home…"

the voice murmured.

Tired and scared, the boy decided to follow it.

But as he walked, he noticed something strange… his footprints in the mud weren’t alone.

Something else was walking beside him… without casting a shadow.

When he stopped, it stopped too.

When he slowly turned around… the light vanished.

And in the darkness, two pale eyes opened right in front of his face.

You’re not lost…" the voice said, now cold.

"You’ve been found."

The next morning, villagers found only his shoes near an old tree… and small footprints that disappeared into nothing.

Since then, they say that in those mountains, if you lose your way at night…