The Echoes of the Abandoned Dormitory

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a long shadow over the dilapidated dormitory that had stood untouched for decades. The once vibrant campus of the '80s and '90s was now a ghost town, its buildings whispering tales of forgotten times. Among these was the dormitory, a place where many had lived and loved, and where some had met their untimely demise.

A group of teenagers, led by the adventurous and fearless Xiao Li, had heard the rumors about the dormitory. They were a group of friends who loved to explore the eerie and the forbidden. As the twilight deepened, they gathered their courage and approached the ominous building.

The dormitory was a labyrinth of narrow hallways and dark corners, each step echoing with the silence of the past. Xiao Li's flashlight flickered as they ventured deeper into the building, their laughter mingling with the echoes of the old.

"Did you hear that?" whispered Xiao Li, her voice barely above a whisper.

The others nodded, their eyes wide with fear and excitement. They had all heard the stories, but the thrill of the unknown was too strong to resist.

As they reached the third floor, they found a door slightly ajar. Xiao Li pushed it open, revealing a room filled with old furniture and cobwebs. The air was thick with dust and the scent of decay.

"Let's look around," Xiao Li said, her voice tinged with a hint of glee.

The group began to explore the room, their footsteps echoing through the silence. They found a dusty photo album on the bed, its pages yellowed with age. Xiao Li picked it up and began to flip through the pages, her eyes widening as she saw pictures of students from the '80s and '90s.

"Look at this one," she said, pointing to a picture of a young woman with a striking resemblance to one of their own friends. "She looks just like Jing!"

Jing, a member of their group, had been particularly fascinated by the dormitory. She had even mentioned that her grandmother had studied here in the '90s.

"Let's find her room," Jing said, her voice filled with determination.

The group followed the clues in the photo album, eventually finding a room on the fourth floor. The door was slightly ajar, and they pushed it open to find a room just as dusty and decrepit as the rest.

In the center of the room was a small, ornate mirror. Xiao Li approached it, her reflection staring back at her. She reached out to touch the glass, and at that moment, the room seemed to come alive.

The walls began to tremble, and the air grew colder. The mirror started to fog up, and Xiao Li could see the reflection of the young woman from the photo album standing behind her. The woman's eyes were wide with terror, and her mouth was agape as if she were trying to scream.

Xiao Li's heart raced as she turned to see Jing standing behind her, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear. "It's her," Jing whispered, her voice trembling.

The room continued to shake, and the mirror shattered into a thousand pieces. The young woman's reflection vanished, leaving behind a trail of cold air. The group of teenagers stumbled backward, their legs giving out beneath them.

As they regained their composure, they realized that the dormitory was no longer the same. The walls seemed to close in around them, and the air was thick with a sense of dread. They knew they had to leave, but the dormitory held them captive.

The door to the room slammed shut, and the group was trapped. They ran down the hallway, their footsteps echoing through the empty building. They reached the ground floor, but the door to the main entrance was locked.

"Where did it go?" Jing gasped, her voice filled with panic.

The group looked around, their eyes wide with fear. The dormitory was no longer the same. The walls were covered in strange symbols, and the air was thick with a sense of malevolence.

"Follow me," Xiao Li said, her voice steady despite the fear that gripped her.

She led the group to the back of the building, where they found a small window. They climbed through and found themselves in a dense forest. They ran through the trees, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Finally, they reached the campus gate, and they burst through it, their breath coming in ragged gasps. They collapsed on the ground, their bodies shaking with relief.

As they lay there, catching their breath, they realized that the dormitory had been more than just a place of legend. It had been a portal to the past, a place where the echoes of the '80s and '90s generation still lingered.

The group never returned to the dormitory, but they often spoke of the night they had been trapped. They knew that the dormitory was haunted, but they also knew that it was a place of power, a place where the past and the present intertwined.

And so, the dormitory remained a ghostly reminder of the '80s and '90s generation, a place where the echoes of the past still echoed, waiting for those who dared to venture inside.