The Haunting of the Forgotten Floor

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the old university dormitory. The air was thick with anticipation as a group of students gathered in the dimly lit common room. They had heard whispers of the forgotten floor, a place long abandoned and rumored to be haunted by the spirits of students who had met their untimely end.

Among the group was Alex, a curious freshman who had always been fascinated by the supernatural. He had heard tales of the dormitory's dark history, but it wasn't until he met Sarah, a senior with a knack for the supernatural, that he decided to explore the forgotten floor.

"Are you sure about this?" Alex asked, his voice tinged with fear.

Sarah nodded confidently. "I've felt it. There's something here, Alex. We need to find out what it is."

The group, consisting of Alex, Sarah, and three other students, made their way to the forgotten floor. The door creaked open, revealing a long corridor lined with peeling paint and cobwebs. The air was cool and damp, and the scent of mildew filled the air.

"Let's go," Sarah said, leading the way.

As they ventured deeper into the corridor, the whispers grew louder. They were faint at first, like distant voices carried on the wind, but soon they became clearer, more distinct. The group stopped, listening intently.

"What do you think that is?" Alex whispered.

Sarah's eyes widened. "I think it's the spirits. They're trying to communicate with us."

The whispers grew louder, more insistent. The group pressed on, their hearts pounding in their chests. They reached a large, ornate door at the end of the corridor. The door was slightly ajar, and they could see shadows moving within.

"Let's go in," Sarah said, pushing the door open.

The room inside was vast, with high ceilings and dark walls. The air was thick with the scent of old books and paper. In the center of the room was a large, ornate desk, covered in dust and cobwebs.

"Look at that," Alex said, pointing to a portrait hanging on the wall. "It's a picture of the dormitory's founder."

Sarah approached the portrait, her eyes wide with shock. "This can't be..."

The portrait began to move, and the eyes of the founder seemed to follow them. The whispers grew louder, more desperate. The group felt a chill run down their spines.

"Who are you?" Sarah called out, her voice trembling.

The whispers stopped, and a voice echoed through the room. "We are the forgotten ones. We have been trapped here for decades, waiting for someone to hear our cries."

The group exchanged worried glances. "What do you want from us?" Sarah asked.

"We want to be remembered," the voice replied. "We want you to tell our story."

The group knew they had to help the spirits. They began to gather information about the dormitory's history, learning about the tragic events that had taken place on the forgotten floor. They discovered that the founder had been a cruel man, who had mistreated his students and driven them to despair.

As they pieced together the story, the whispers grew quieter, and the spirits seemed to be at peace. The group knew they had to share their findings with the university, to ensure that the forgotten ones would never be forgotten again.

The next day, the group presented their findings to the university administration. They were met with skepticism at first, but as they shared the evidence they had gathered, the administrators began to believe them.

The university decided to restore the forgotten floor, to honor the memories of the students who had lost their lives there. The group was hailed as heroes, and the dormitory's dark history was finally brought to light.

The whispers of the forgotten ones had been heard, and their spirits were finally at rest. The group had faced the darkness and emerged victorious, proving that sometimes, the most powerful weapon against fear is the courage to face it head-on.

The Haunting of the Forgotten Floor had become a legend, a story that would be told for generations to come. And as for Alex and Sarah, they had found a friendship that would last a lifetime, forged in the flames of adventure and the courage to confront the unknown.