I'm in a short story mood so here

The Ghost Boy

The soft, gentle patter of rain on the sidewalk rang in a young boy's ears, as he walked along the pavement, ignoring his soaked hair and clothes as he stared ahead of him with dull eyes.

He heard a small clatter coming from an alley, halting suddenly. He turned his head, slowly approaching the darkness of the alley, and through the sheen of the falling water he could make out a ghostly silhouette that made his blood run cold.

Beside a dumpster where the lid had topped to the floor, the faint silhouette of a hairless boy stood, stitches crossing over his head where his hair should start. As soon as he spotted the living boy, the ghost tried to run, scrambling for the end of the alley while the boy watched on in shock.

The silhouette realized the alley ended in a tall stone wall, and as the boy advanced down towards him with rain-soaked hair and clothes, it began to panic. The ghost looked around, grabbing the lid of a trash can and hurling it at the boy.

As the living kid stumbled backwards to avoid getting hit in the face, the lid instead smacking his chest making him collapse, the ghost quickly faded into the rain's sheen. As the boy struggled to his feet again to find himself alone, he turned, fleeing from the alley down the street, trying to escape whatever he'd seen.

What he didn't realize, though, as the ghostly way he could've sworn he heard the patter of invisible footsteps behind him as he ran.