Eh, I got noting better to do.

In the bustling city of Lumen, there were many crosswalks where people could safely cross from one side to another. However, there was one particular intersection that was known for its eerie presence - Crossroad X. It seemed normal at first glance: traffic lights, pedestrians, cars, and buses, but something about it gave the locals chills.

Every evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, people would begin to avoid Crossroad X. The streets nearby became deserted, and the crosswalk’s lights seemed to flicker ominously. Rumors spread that the ghost of a young girl named Elisa haunted the intersection where she had been tragically hit by a car while trying to cross the street one fateful night.

Despite the warnings, there were always those who refused to believe in such things. They would venture through Crossroad X during the twilight hours, feeling an unnerving cold grip their hearts as they walked across it. Some claimed that they heard whispers echoing from the streetlights or saw a figure darting out of the corner of their eye.

One evening, a young man named Max decided to challenge these superstitions. He would prove to his friends that nothing could scare him away from Crossroad X. Armed with nothing but his courage and curiosity, he stepped onto the crosswalk as the sun set.

As he stood there, waiting for the traffic light to turn green, a strange feeling of unease washed over him. He tried to shrug it off, but it only grew stronger. Suddenly, the lights above him flickered violently, casting grotesque shadows on the ground. The wind howled through the empty streets, carrying with it the scent of decay and death.

Max could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the traffic light turn red. With a deep breath, he stepped forward into the crosswalk. It was then that he saw her - Elisa’s ghostly apparition standing on the other side of the road. Her eyes were empty sockets, and her dress billowed around her like tattered lace.

In that moment, Max knew he had made a terrible mistake. The fear that had been building within him exploded into panic. He spun around to flee, but it was too late. A shadowy figure stepped out from the darkness, blocking his path back onto the sidewalk. It was the ghostly vision of Elisa’s mother, her face contorted in rage and sorrow for her lost daughter.

As the traffic light turned green once more, Max knew he had only one option: to cross. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and leaped onto the crosswalk. As his foot hit the pavement, he felt a searing pain shoot up from his heel. When he opened his eyes, he was standing on the other side of Crossroad X, battered and bruised but alive.

From that day forward, Max never walked through Crossroad X again. He had faced the horrors of the intersection and lived to tell the tale. The ghostly figures that haunted it were no longer a mere story or legend; they were real, and he knew better than to ever test fate again at Crossroad X.