The Beihang Dormitory's Unseen Guest

The night was as still as the dormitory could ever be, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow through the windows of Room 321, the dormitory room where the students of Beihang University had gathered for the evening. Among them were Li Wei, a diligent engineering student, Wang Mei, a passionate literature major, and Zhang Feng, a quiet but curious physics student. They were joined by a new arrival, a transfer student named Liu Hua, whose arrival had been as sudden as it was mysterious.

The conversation had been lively, the laughter and chatter filling the room until, without warning, it all ceased. The silence was so profound that it seemed to hang in the air, heavy and suffocating. Liu Hua, who had been sitting quietly by the window, suddenly stood up, his eyes wide with a fear that seemed to have no source.

"What's wrong, Liu Hua?" Li Wei asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Liu Hua turned, his face pale, and pointed to the window. "Look," he said, his voice trembling. "There's someone standing there."

The others exchanged confused glances, but as they looked, they saw nothing. The window was clear, the moonlight reflecting off the glass. Yet, the fear in Liu Hua's eyes was palpable, and it spread like a virus among the group.

"Are you sure?" Wang Mei asked, her voice steady despite the fear that had taken root in her chest.

Liu Hua nodded, his eyes never leaving the window. "Yes. I saw a figure. It was standing right there."

The room was silent once more, the only sound the distant hum of the university's generators. The students exchanged nervous glances, each of them feeling the weight of the unseen presence.

"Let's go check it out," Zhang Feng said, standing up. "It could be nothing."

They moved cautiously towards the window, their footsteps echoing in the silent room. As they approached, the figure seemed to shift, as if it were aware of their presence. The moonlight caught the outline of a figure, tall and gaunt, standing at the edge of the window, looking in at them.

"Who's there?" Zhang Feng called out, his voice firm but tinged with fear.

The figure did not respond, but it did not move away. Instead, it seemed to lean in closer, as if drawn to the light of the room. The students exchanged a look of horror, their fear now overwhelming.

"Run!" Wang Mei shouted, and they turned and sprinted for the door, the sound of their feet echoing through the hallway. The figure in the window did not follow, but it did not retreat either. It remained, a silent sentinel, watching over the dormitory.

The students burst into the hallway, their hearts pounding in their chests. They ran down the stairs, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. They reached the ground floor and burst out into the night, their eyes wide with terror.

"Stay together!" Li Wei shouted, and they did, huddling close, their fear now a bond between them.

They ran to the university's main building, seeking refuge in the safety of the known. As they entered, they looked back, expecting to see the figure following them. But it was not there. They had escaped, for now.

The next morning, the students spoke of their experience, their fear palpable in their voices. They described the figure, the tall and gaunt form, the silence that had followed them. The university's security team was called in, and they searched the dormitory, but found nothing. The figure remained unseen, a ghostly presence that seemed to watch over the dormitory.

Days turned into weeks, and the students began to wonder if the figure was a ghost, a spirit that had been left behind by someone who had once lived in the dormitory. They spoke of it in hushed tones, their fear never quite gone.

One night, as the students sat together, sharing stories and laughter, the figure appeared once more. It stood at the window, watching them, its presence as unsettling as it had been the first time. This time, however, it did not retreat when they left. It remained, a silent sentinel, watching over the dormitory, a reminder that some things are unseen, but no less real.

The Beihang Dormitory's Unseen Guest remained a mystery, a ghostly presence that seemed to be tied to the very fabric of the building. The students spoke of it in hushed tones, their fear never quite gone. But they also spoke of it with a sense of respect, for the unseen guest had become a part of their lives, a reminder that some things are beyond understanding, but no less real.