The 205's Haunted Dormitory: A Dorm Room's Dark Secret

The dormitory on the fifth floor of the university's main building was an unassuming place, a simple rectangle of concrete and glass that housed the dreams and nightmares of scores of students. Room 205, however, was a different story. It was the room that whispered secrets, the room that was whispered about, the room that had an aura of dread that clung to it like a second skin.

Evelyn, a freshman with a penchant for the supernatural, had moved into 205 with a sense of trepidation. She had heard the stories, the murmurs of ghostly apparitions and unexplained noises that echoed through the corridors. But she was determined to uncover the truth, or at least to put her own stamp on the legend.

The room itself was a modest affair, with the standard twin bed, a small desk, and a rickety dresser. The walls were a dreary shade of beige, and the only color came from the faded posters of rock bands that adorned the walls. Evelyn's roommate, Jordan, was a jock with a penchant for sarcasm and a disregard for the supernatural. He was skeptical of Evelyn's enthusiasm for the room's eerie reputation, but he was willing to humor her as long as it didn't interfere with his sleep.

The first night was uneventful, save for the occasional creaking of the floorboards and the distant sound of laughter from the hall. But as the days passed, Evelyn began to notice patterns. At 3 AM, the phone on the desk would ring, and when she answered, there was no one on the line. The lights would flicker, and the temperature would drop precipitously, as if a cold wind were sweeping through the room.

Jordan dismissed these occurrences as mere coincidences, but Evelyn was not so easily swayed. She began to investigate, interviewing other students who had stayed in 205 before her. They all had similar stories, but none could offer a satisfactory explanation. Some spoke of a ghost, a young woman who had died tragically in the room many years ago. Others spoke of a hidden door behind the dresser, a door that led to a forgotten space beneath the dormitory.

One evening, as the sun was setting, Evelyn and Jordan were in the room when the phone rang again. This time, it was Evelyn who answered. There was a silence, and then a voice, faint and echoing, spoke.

"Find the door," it said.

Evelyn's heart raced. She hung up and turned to Jordan, who was staring at her with a mix of confusion and suspicion.

"What was that?" he asked.

"I think it was the ghost," Evelyn replied, her voice trembling.

Jordan rolled his eyes. "That's some ghostly message. Now, let's get some sleep."

But Evelyn was not so easily deterred. She began to search the room, feeling around the dresser, behind the wall, under the bed. It was Jordan who found it, a small, almost invisible door hidden behind a loose panel.

Evelyn pushed it open, and the air grew colder. The door led to a narrow staircase that descended into darkness. Jordan followed her, his skepticism waning as the darkness deepened around them.

At the bottom of the staircase was a small room, filled with old furniture and dust-covered boxes. The walls were lined with photographs, and Evelyn recognized one of them: it was a picture of the young woman who had died in the room. She had long, flowing hair and a gentle smile.

Evelyn approached the wall of photographs, her fingers tracing the edges of each frame. She found a photo that was different from the rest, slightly out of place. It was a picture of the young woman, but her eyes were wide with terror, and her mouth was open as if she were screaming.

Evelyn's heart pounded as she turned the photo over. On the back was a note, written in an elegant script:

"The truth is hidden in plain sight. Find the key, and you will know the secret of 205."

Evelyn's mind raced. The key... what could it be? She looked around the room and noticed a small, ornate key hanging from a string on the wall. She took it down and examined it closely. It had an intricate design, like a puzzle piece.

She walked back up the stairs, her mind racing. The key... the door... the truth. She returned to the room and placed the key in the lock. The door opened with a soft click, revealing a hidden compartment behind the dresser.

Inside was a small, leather-bound journal. Evelyn opened it and began to read. The entries were written in the same elegant script as the note on the back of the photograph. They spoke of a hidden treasure, a treasure that had been hidden in the room for generations.

As she read, Evelyn realized that the treasure was not gold or jewels, but knowledge. The young woman had been a scholar, a woman who had uncovered a secret that could change the world. But she had been silenced, her knowledge buried with her.

Evelyn felt a surge of determination. She would uncover the secret, and she would share it with the world. She closed the journal and returned to the surface, her mind filled with purpose.

Jordan, who had been waiting outside the door, looked at her with a mixture of awe and confusion.

"What did you find?" he asked.

Evelyn smiled, her eyes filled with a new light. "The truth of 205," she said. "And it's bigger than any of us could have imagined."

The 205's Haunted Dormitory had not only revealed its dark secret but had also set Evelyn on a path that would change her life forever.