The Haunting of the Old Dormitory

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the once-vibrant campus. The old dormitory, a relic from the college's distant past, stood abandoned and decrepit. Its windows, now boarded up, reflected the haunting shadows of the night. Students had long whispered tales of its haunted halls, but no one dared to venture inside.

On this particular night, a group of freshman dared each other to explore the forsaken building. Among them was Alex, a curious and fearless young man who had heard the stories but remained skeptical. The group, a mix of skeptics and believers, gathered at the entrance, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation.

"Are you sure about this, Alex?" asked Sarah, the most level-headed of the group.

Alex nodded confidently. "We've all heard the stories. Let's prove them wrong."

The group pushed open the creaky door, and the sound of rustling papers echoed through the empty halls. The air was thick with dust, and the musty scent of decay filled their nostrils. They moved cautiously, their footsteps echoing against the cold stone walls.

As they ventured deeper, the whispers of the past seemed to follow them. The voices were faint, almost like the distant echoes of a forgotten conversation. It was unsettling, yet the group pressed on, determined to uncover the truth behind the dormitory's eerie reputation.

Suddenly, the lights flickered on, casting a blinding white glow over the room. The group shielded their eyes, and when they opened them again, they found themselves in a completely different part of the building. They had no idea how they had gotten there, but the eerie presence of the unseen entity was undeniable.

"This place is haunted," whispered Sarah, her voice trembling.

Alex's skepticism began to wane as he felt a cold breeze brush past him. "I don't know what to believe, but something is definitely wrong here."

The group continued to move forward, their footsteps growing heavier with each step. They reached a large, ominous door, which creaked open with a sound that seemed to come from within. Inside, the room was dimly lit by flickering candlelight, casting long shadows on the walls.

At the center of the room stood an old wooden desk, covered in dusty papers and ancient books. The group approached cautiously, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of movement. Suddenly, the candlelight flickered, and a chill ran down Alex's spine.

"Who's there?" Sarah called out, her voice barely above a whisper.

The room fell silent, save for the sound of the ticking clock on the wall. Then, a faint voice echoed through the room, barely audible. "You must leave."

The group exchanged nervous glances. "Who's talking?" asked Alex, his voice barely above a whisper.

The voice grew louder, clearer. "I will not let you pass."

The group stepped back, their eyes wide with fear. The voice continued, "You seek knowledge, but it is not for you."

Before they could respond, the room grew dark, and the candlelight flickered out. The group was plunged into darkness, their senses heightened by the absence of light. They could hear the faint sounds of footsteps, approaching from behind.

"Run!" shouted Sarah, her voice filled with terror.

The group turned and fled, their hearts pounding in their chests. They ran through the corridors, the footsteps growing louder with each step. They reached the entrance and pushed the door open, bursting into the night air.

They stumbled outside, gasping for breath. The moonlight bathed the campus in a silver glow, but the old dormitory was gone. It had vanished without a trace, leaving the group standing in the middle of the night, their minds reeling from the experience.

Days passed, and the group never spoke of the incident. They had all returned to their normal lives, but the haunting of the old dormitory remained with them. They had seen things that defied explanation, and they knew that the dormitory was more than just a place of fear—it was a place of mystery, and perhaps, of truth.

The haunting of the old dormitory would be whispered about for years to come, a chilling reminder of the unknown and the power of the past.