The Cursed Campus: The Haunting of Room 321

The rain lashed against the window of Room 321, a small, musty dormitory on the third floor of the Cursed Campus. The air was thick with the scent of damp wood and old paper, a testament to the building's age. The new student, Alex, had only been here for a few hours, but already the place seemed to be suffused with a sense of foreboding.

Alex had chosen Room 321 because it was the cheapest on campus. The walls were peeling, and the floorboards creaked ominously with each step. The room had a single window, and Alex couldn't shake the feeling that it was watching them.

The first night was uneventful, save for the occasional whispering sound that seemed to come from nowhere. Alex attributed it to the wind, but the next morning, the whispers returned, more insistent, as if someone was calling their name.

Alex's roommate, Lily, had been out for the night and wouldn't return until the morning. Feeling a strange sense of urgency, Alex decided to explore the dormitory during the early hours of the morning. They had been told about the campus's dark history, but Alex had dismissed it as mere legend.

The corridors were eerily silent, save for the occasional echo of footsteps. Alex's heart pounded in their chest as they moved deeper into the building. The legend of Room 321 had whispered through the halls, a tale of students who had gone missing, their spirits trapped within the walls.

As Alex reached Room 321, they paused outside the door, feeling an inexplicable chill. The door creaked open, and Alex stepped inside. The room was dark, save for the faint light from the window. They turned on the light, revealing a small, cluttered space with a single bed and a small desk.

Alex sat on the bed, trying to ignore the strange feeling that something was watching them. The whispers grew louder, more insistent. "Alex, come back," they heard, the voice almost like a siren call.

Shivering, Alex got up and began to look around the room. The walls were adorned with old photographs, each one of a different student. There was a sense of familiarity, as if they had seen these faces before.

Alex's eyes were drawn to a particular photograph, one of a young woman with a hauntingly beautiful face. She looked directly at Alex, and for a moment, Alex felt a connection to her. The whispers grew louder, more desperate.

"Alex, help me," the woman's voice was weak, but it filled the room with an overwhelming sense of sadness.

Lily returned that morning, and Alex tried to ignore the whispers, but they followed them everywhere. The whispers became louder, more insistent, until they were almost a constant presence in Alex's mind.

One night, as Alex lay in bed, the whispers grew louder than ever. "Alex, come to me," the woman's voice was urgent, almost desperate. Alex got up and stepped towards the door, feeling a strange pull towards it.

Lily saw Alex and tried to stop them, but Alex couldn't shake the feeling that they had to follow the whispers. They pushed open the door and stepped into the corridor, the whispers growing louder with each step.

The corridor was dark, and Alex stumbled forward, their feet slipping on the damp floor. The whispers grew louder, almost a physical sensation, and Alex felt a strange pull towards the end of the corridor.

At the end of the corridor was a large, old mirror. Alex approached it, feeling a strange sense of familiarity. They reached out and touched the glass, and for a moment, they saw their reflection, but it was not their own.

The mirror shattered, and Alex fell to the ground, the whispers growing louder still. Lily rushed to Alex's side, but it was too late. Alex was gone, their spirit trapped within the walls of the Cursed Campus, forever bound to Room 321.

Lily tried to pull Alex back, but the whispers were too strong. Alex's spirit was pulled into the mirror, and Lily watched in horror as it shattered, leaving behind a single, haunting photograph of the young woman.

The whispers continued, but they were no longer directed at Alex. Lily realized that the woman in the photograph had been calling for help, and now that Alex had answered, her spirit was free.

Lily sat in the room, the whispers growing quieter. She knew that Alex's spirit had been trapped here for years, waiting for someone to hear their call. Now, it had found them, and with it, the dark secrets of the Cursed Campus.

As Lily sat in the silence, she felt a strange sense of peace. The whispers had stopped, and the room seemed to be at rest. She looked at the photograph of the woman, and for a moment, she felt a connection to her.

The Cursed Campus had its secrets, and Lily had uncovered one of them. But as she sat there, she realized that there were still many more to be discovered. The whispers had stopped, but the mystery of the Cursed Campus was far from over.