a person riding a bike on a foggy road

It was a foggy night in the small town of Eldermoor. The roads were empty, the air thick with an eerie silence. As you pedal down the winding path, a sudden chill runs down your spine. You hear the soft hum of bicycle tires, but there’s no one around. You look back, but the road is empty. The hum grows louder, and you see a faint, glowing figure in the mist, riding a bike beside you. The ghostly rider’s face is obscured by a shadowy hood, and as you try to speed up, the figure matches your pace effortlessly. The only thing you can hear is the ghostly whisper: “This ride never ends…” Will you dare to keep riding?