The Dorm's Forbidden Secret: The Haunted Lavatory's Lament

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the creaking windows of the decrepit dormitory. The students had just returned from a late-night study session, their heads heavy with the weight of textbooks and the stress of impending exams. As they pushed open the heavy metal door, the cool air of the night seemed to whisper secrets long forgotten.

Among them was Alex, a curious and somewhat adventurous soul, who had heard whispers about the dorm's forbidden lavatory. It was said that the lavatory had been sealed off decades ago after a tragic incident that no one dared speak of. The legend had always been just that—a legend, a tale told to scare away the faint of heart.

The dorm's corridors were silent, save for the distant hum of the campus's aging infrastructure. Alex's friends exchanged nervous glances, their curiosity piqued by the legend. "Let's not," suggested Sam, his voice tinged with fear.

But Alex was undeterred. "It's just a lavatory," he said, his tone laced with the bravado of youth. "There's nothing to be afraid of."

Ignoring Sam's warnings, they followed Alex down the dimly lit corridor until they reached the door of the forbidden lavatory. It was old, with peeling paint and a slightly ajar door that creaked with each step they took.

Inside, the lavatory was small, its walls adorned with faded wallpaper and the remnants of a once vibrant life. The air was thick with the scent of mildew, and the cold concrete floor seemed to seep into their bones.

"Who's with me?" Alex asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Three other students nodded, their faces pale and eyes wide with fear. They had all heard the stories, but now they were face-to-face with the source of the rumors.

Alex approached the sink, his hand trembling as he turned the cold water on. The water hissed as it flowed, a sound that seemed to echo in the confined space. He glanced at his friends, who were now standing at the far end of the lavatory, their backs pressed against the wall.

Suddenly, the lavatory's lights flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air grew colder, and a chill ran down Alex's spine. He turned to see the reflection of his friends in the mirror, their faces twisted in fear.

"Did you feel that?" whispered Sam, his voice barely audible.

Before Alex could respond, a sudden chill enveloped them. The air grew thick, and a ghostly figure appeared in the mirror. It was a woman, her eyes hollow and her hair disheveled. She looked directly at Alex, her expression one of sorrow and anger.

"What did you come for?" her voice echoed through the lavatory, her words carrying a chilling weight.

Alex's heart raced. "We didn't come to harm you," he stammered. "We just wanted to see."

The woman's eyes narrowed, and she reached out, her fingers brushing against Alex's cheek. A cold sensation spread through his body, and he felt himself being pulled toward the mirror.

"No!" Sam shouted, lunging at Alex, but it was too late. Alex's body began to float, pulled by an invisible force. His friends watched in horror as he was drawn into the reflection, disappearing into the woman's sorrowful gaze.

Sam and the others ran from the lavatory, their hearts pounding in their chests. They made their way back to the dormitory, their minds racing with questions and fear.

That night, they couldn't sleep. The image of the woman in the mirror haunted them, her eyes filled with a timeless sadness. They spoke of the incident, their voices tinged with fear and disbelief.

The following morning, Alex's friends found him missing. The dormitory was empty, save for the forbidden lavatory, which was now sealed off, its door locked tight. They searched the campus, but Alex was nowhere to be found.

Days turned into weeks, and the legend of the haunted lavatory grew stronger. The dormitory was renamed, and the forbidden lavatory was forgotten by all but the few who dared to speak of it.

But for Alex's friends, the memory of the haunted lavatory would never fade. They often spoke of the chilling encounter, their voices tinged with a fear that seemed to grow with each passing year.

And so, the dormitory's forbidden secret remained, a ghostly tale that whispered of tragedy and sorrow, reminding all who dared to listen that some secrets are best left unspoken.