Was it a Ghost or Just Izzat Daviu?

Once upon a time, in a cozy little cottage nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering willows, there lived a curious and imaginative boy named Izzat Daviu. Izzat was known for his boundless energy and his love of all things mysterious.
One gloomy evening, as the sun began its golden descent, Izzat sat by the crackling fireplace in the living room. The flames danced and flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls. Suddenly, Izzat's eyes widened as he noticed something peculiar. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a faint glow emanating from the kitchen doorway.
"What's that?" Izzat whispered to himself, his heart pounding with excitement.
Mustering all his courage, Izzat cautiously approached the kitchen. As he pushed open the door, a cold shiver ran down his spine. The air was thick with an inexplicable chill, and the only sound was the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Izzat called out, his voice trembling slightly.
But there was no answer.
Izzat took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen. The room was dim and shadowy, the only source of light coming from a flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling. As Izzat's eyes adjusted to the dimness, he realized that the glow he had seen earlier was coming from a small, ornate box sitting on the kitchen table.
Curiosity got the better of Izzat, and he slowly approached the box. As he reached out to touch it, a sudden gust of wind blew through the open window, slamming the door shut behind him. Izzat was trapped in the kitchen, alone with the mysterious box.
Fear gnawed at Izzat's heart as he stared at the box. He wondered if it was a gift left by a friendly spirit or a sinister curse sent by an evil entity. With trembling hands, Izzat lifted the lid of the box.
Inside, nestled on a bed of soft velvet, lay a beautiful silver locket. Izzat opened the locket and gasped in surprise. There, staring back at him, was a picture of him as a baby. But what was even more astonishing was that the locket was identical to one that his grandmother had worn before she passed away.
Tears of joy and wonder streamed down Izzat's face as he realized that the locket was a sign from his beloved grandmother. It was as if she were watching over him, protecting him from harm.
From that day forward, Izzat Daviu cherished the locket as his most precious possession. It was a constant reminder of his grandmother's love and the special bond they shared. And so, the ghostly glow in the kitchen became a legend in Izzat's family, a story whispered among the children to inspire courage and remind them that even in the darkest of times, the love of those who have passed will always be with them.