The Haunted Dormitory: The Upper Bed's Dark Secret

The old dormitory on the edge of the campus was a relic from a bygone era, its creaky wooden floors echoing the footsteps of generations of students. Room 312 was one of the many rooms that had been whispered about in hushed tones. The walls were peeling, and the once vibrant colors had long faded, leaving a ghostly sheen on the walls. It was a place where stories of the supernatural were as common as the dust motes that danced in the sunlight that occasionally filtered through the broken windows.

Four friends, Alex, Jamie, Sarah, and Tom, had decided to take on the challenge of living in this infamous room. They were a mix of skeptics and believers, but the allure of the mysterious was too strong to resist. They had heard tales of strange noises at night, the feeling of a presence, and even the occasional whisper of voices that seemed to come from nowhere.

On their first night, the group settled into their beds, trying to ignore the unease that settled over them. The bed in the upper corner of the room, a rickety old frame that seemed to groan with every movement, caught Alex's eye. "That bed's got a story," he muttered, sitting on the edge of it.

"Let's not get too excited," Jamie replied, rolling his eyes. "It's just an old dormitory. There's nothing to it."

Sarah, who was more of a believer, shivered. "I don't know, something feels... off."

As the night wore on, the group shared stories and laughed, trying to dispel the tension. But as the moon rose higher in the sky, the noises began. First, it was a faint tapping, like someone walking on the floor above. Then, the sounds grew louder, more insistent. The tapping turned into a rhythmic pounding, and the floorboards began to vibrate under their feet.

"Who's there?" Jamie called out, his voice trembling.

The pounding stopped, and in its place, a cold silence descended upon the room. The group exchanged nervous glances, their fear growing with each passing moment.

"Sarah, did you hear that?" Tom whispered.

"I heard something," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "It felt like it was coming from the upper bed."

The bed in the corner had been silent, but now it began to rock gently, as if someone was sitting on it. The room was silent except for the sound of their own hearts pounding in their chests.

"Let's check it out," Alex said, standing up. "It's got to be someone in there."

The others followed, their footsteps echoing in the empty room. They approached the upper bed, the frame creaking under their weight. Alex reached out, his fingers brushing against the cold metal of the bed frame.

"Who's there?" he called out again.

The bed gave a sudden lurch, and the sound of a sigh filled the room. A figure emerged from the shadows, its face obscured by a dark hood. The figure's eyes were hollow, and its mouth was twisted into a grotesque smile.

"Welcome," the figure said, its voice echoing through the room. "I've been waiting for you."

The group, frozen in fear, watched as the figure approached the bed. It reached out and touched the metal, and the bed frame began to glow with an eerie, blue light.

"Run!" Tom shouted, but it was too late. The figure turned its gaze to them, and the room seemed to grow darker. The bed frame's light enveloped them, and the world around them began to blur.

When they finally opened their eyes, they were back in the room, but everything was different. The bed was gone, replaced by a cold, stone slab. The walls were smooth and bare, and the room was silent except for the distant sound of the wind howling outside.

"Where are we?" Sarah asked, her voice trembling.

"We're in the old dormitory," Alex replied, his voice steady despite his fear. "And we're not alone."

The figure reappeared, standing before them, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. "You have entered the realm of the Upper Bed," it said. "And now, you will pay the price."

Before they could react, the figure reached out and touched each of them, and the room began to shudder. The ground beneath them gave way, and they were pulled into the darkness, their screams echoing through the void.

The next morning, the four friends were found in the woods behind the dormitory, disoriented and in a state of shock. They spoke of a figure in a hood, a glowing bed frame, and a descent into darkness. But when they tried to tell their story, they found that no one would believe them.

The dormitory was renovated, and the room 312 was sealed off. The stories of the Upper Bed's dark secret were whispered among the students, but no one dared to enter the room. The dormitory was abandoned, its fate a mystery that would never be solved.

And so, the Upper Bed's dark secret remained, a chilling reminder of the supernatural forces that lurk in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.