The Dormitory's Silent Screams: A Student's Scary Memoir

The night was pitch black, the dormitory's silence punctuated only by the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards. The students had settled into their new rooms, the excitement of the first day of college slowly giving way to the mundane routine of college life. But something was off. There was an eerie hush that seemed to settle over the building, a sense that the dormitory was watching them, waiting.

"I can't shake the feeling that something's wrong," whispered Sarah, her voice barely above a whisper as she tucked her blanket under her chin.

Her friend, Alex, nodded. "I know. It's like the place has a heartbeat, and it's not a normal one."

As the days passed, the students began to notice odd occurrences. Lights flickered without reason, doors slammed shut as if by an unseen hand, and voices echoed through empty halls. But they were young, full of bravado, and they dismissed the events as mere quirks of the old building.

That was until the night of the full moon. The moon hung heavy in the sky, its silver glow casting long shadows across the campus. The students were gathered in the common room, sharing stories and laughter, when the silence was shattered by a sound that made the hair on their necks stand on end.

"What was that?" Sarah's voice trembled as she pointed to the door, which had just creaked open by itself.

The room fell silent, save for the sound of their rapid breathing. Then, from the darkness, a voice echoed through the room. "You can't hide from me, not here. Not ever."

The students jumped to their feet, their eyes wide with fear. They ran, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls, but it was too late. The voice followed them, a relentless hunter.

"You're trapped, just like the rest of them."

They found themselves cornered in the stairwell, the door at the top of the stairs the only way out. But as they reached for the handle, it was pulled away from them, a cold hand gripping it firmly.

"Not so fast," the voice hissed.

The students looked at each other, their faces pale with fear. They had never felt so alone. The dormitory, once a place of safety and community, had become their worst nightmare.

"Who are you?" Alex demanded, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I am the guardian of this place," the voice replied, its tone cold and sinister. "And you are next."

The students knew they had to escape. They pushed past the hand that held the door, their feet pounding against the cold stone steps. But as they reached the top, the voice grew louder, more insistent.

"You can't leave, not now. Not ever."

The door at the top of the stairs slammed shut, trapping them in the stairwell. The students looked at each other, their eyes filled with terror. They were trapped, and there was no way out.

"We have to do something," Sarah said, her voice trembling with fear.

"What?" Alex asked, his eyes wide with panic.

"We have to find a way to break the curse," Sarah replied, her voice filled with determination.

The students began to search the stairwell, looking for anything that could help them escape. They found an old, dusty book on a shelf, its pages yellowed with age. It was a book of spells and rituals, and it contained a spell that could break the curse.

"This is it," Sarah said, her voice filled with hope.

The students began to recite the spell, their voices rising in unison. The words seemed to resonate with the very walls of the stairwell, and the air around them began to hum with energy.

As the spell reached its climax, the door at the top of the stairs began to shake. It was as if the very fabric of reality was being torn apart. The students pushed against the door, their bodies heaving with effort. Finally, the door burst open, and they stumbled out into the moonlit night.

They ran, their hearts pounding in their chests, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the campus. They reached the dormitory's front door, and as they pushed it open, they were greeted with the sight of the guardian, a twisted, monstrous figure that seemed to be made of shadows.

"You can't escape me," the guardian hissed, its voice filled with malice.

The students didn't stop. They ran through the campus, their eyes fixed on the horizon. They didn't look back, didn't give the guardian a second glance. They just ran, their bodies driven by a single, overwhelming desire to be free.

Finally, they reached the edge of the campus, and they stopped. They turned around, their hearts pounding in their chests, and they looked back at the dormitory. The guardian was still there, but it was shrinking, its form becoming more and more faint.

"You're free," Sarah said, her voice filled with relief.

"We're free," Alex echoed, his eyes filled with gratitude.

The students looked at each other, their faces filled with tears of relief. They had faced their fear, and they had won. The dormitory's silent screams had been silenced, and they had lived to tell the tale.

"We have to tell everyone," Sarah said, her voice filled with determination.

"We have to warn them," Alex agreed.

The students knew that their story would be one of the most terrifying things to ever happen on campus. But they also knew that their story would save lives. They would share their tale, and they would warn others of the dangers that lay within the dormitory's walls.

And so, they began to tell their story, a story of fear, of survival, and of the power of hope. They would never forget the night of the full moon, and they would never forget the dormitory's silent screams. But they would also never forget the strength they found within themselves, and the courage that had allowed them to face their greatest fear.

The dormitory's silent screams had been heard, and they had been answered. The students had lived to tell the tale, and they had won their battle against the unknown.