The Haunting of Zhang Zhen's Dorm: A Student's Nightly Terror

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over Zhang Zhen's dormitory. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the distant hum of traffic. Zhang Zhen, a college student, lay in his bed, his eyes wide with fear. The night had become his worst nightmare, and it seemed as though it would never end.

Zhang Zhen had moved into this dormitory just a month ago. The building was old, with creaky wooden floors and peeling wallpaper. At first, he dismissed the rumors of the dorm's eerie history as mere campus lore. But as the weeks passed, strange occurrences began to plague him.

One night, Zhang Zhen awoke to the sound of footsteps above his bed. The footsteps were soft but relentless, as if someone was pacing the floor above. He sat up in bed, his heart pounding. The footsteps stopped, and he could hear a faint whisper. "Zhang Zhen... you must leave."

Terrified, Zhang Zhen crept out of bed and looked around. The room was dark, and there was no one in sight. He felt a chill run down his spine and rushed to the door, only to find it locked from the outside. Desperate, he pounded on the door, but no one answered.

Another night, Zhang Zhen was studying when he heard a soft laugh. He looked around, but no one was there. The laugh echoed through the room, growing louder and more sinister. He stood up, trembling, and saw a shadowy figure standing in the corner. The figure turned, revealing a woman with long, flowing hair and eyes that seemed to pierce through his soul.

"Who are you?" Zhang Zhen demanded, his voice trembling.

The woman did not respond. Instead, she raised her hand, and a gust of wind swept through the room, blowing papers and books everywhere. Zhang Zhen stumbled backward, trying to escape the woman's grasp. He ran to the door, but it was locked once again.

The following night, Zhang Zhen's worst fear came to life. He awoke to find a ghostly figure sitting at his desk, its eyes fixed on him. The figure stood up, and Zhang Zhen could see that it was a young woman, her face twisted in a grotesque smile.

"Who are you?" Zhang Zhen asked, his voice barely a whisper.

The woman did not answer. Instead, she began to walk toward him, her footsteps echoing through the room. Zhang Zhen backed away, his heart pounding in his chest. The woman reached out, and Zhang Zhen felt a cold hand brush against his cheek. He turned and ran, his legs pumping as fast as they could carry him.

He stumbled into the hallway, only to find the door locked. Desperate, he pounded on it, but no one answered. He looked around and saw a shadowy figure standing in the corner. It was the same woman, her eyes still fixed on him.

"Please, help me," Zhang Zhen pleaded.

The woman did not respond. Instead, she raised her hand, and a gust of wind swept through the room, blowing papers and books everywhere. Zhang Zhen stumbled backward, trying to escape the woman's grasp. He ran to the door, but it was locked once again.

Zhang Zhen's friends noticed his fear and asked what was wrong. He hesitated, unsure whether to tell them about the ghostly woman or not. But as the days passed, the hauntings grew worse. Zhang Zhen could no longer ignore the supernatural presence in his dormitory.

One night, as Zhang Zhen lay in bed, the whispers began again. "Zhang Zhen... you must leave." He sat up in bed, his heart pounding. The whispers grew louder, and he could hear the footsteps above his bed once more.

This time, Zhang Zhen was not so lucky. He tried to escape the room, but the door was locked. The whispers grew louder, and he could feel the cold hand of the ghostly woman brush against his cheek. He stumbled backward, his legs giving out beneath him.

As he fell to the ground, Zhang Zhen felt a presence behind him. He turned to see the woman standing over him, her eyes filled with malice. "You will not leave," she hissed.

Zhang Zhen tried to scream, but no sound came out. The woman reached down and grabbed his arm. He felt a sharp pain, and everything went black.

When Zhang Zhen awoke, he was lying on a hospital bed. His friends were standing around him, looking concerned. "What happened?" Zhang Zhen asked, his voice weak.

"We found you unconscious in your dormitory," one of his friends replied. "The police are here."

Zhang Zhen looked around and saw the police officers entering the room. He felt a chill run down his spine. "What's going on?"

The police officer stepped forward. "We believe you were attacked by someone. We're investigating."

Zhang Zhen nodded, his mind racing. He had seen the woman, the ghostly figure that had haunted him for weeks. But he had never spoken about it to anyone, afraid that they would think he was crazy.

As the police officer continued to question Zhang Zhen, he realized that he had to tell someone about the woman. He had to find out who she was and why she had been haunting him. He had to uncover the truth behind the supernatural events in his dormitory.

Zhang Zhen spent the next few days in the hospital, recovering from his injuries. He was determined to uncover the truth. He began to investigate the dormitory's history, hoping to find clues about the woman and why she had been haunting him.

He discovered that the dormitory had once been a sanatorium for mental patients. Many years ago, a woman named Li had been admitted to the sanatorium. She was a young woman with a tragic past, and she had taken her own life in one of the rooms. Since then, the dormitory had been haunted by her ghost.

Zhang Zhen's investigation led him to a local historian who had studied the dormitory's history. The historian told Zhang Zhen that Li had been a kind-hearted woman who had tried to help others. But she had been betrayed by her friends, and she had taken her own life in despair.

Zhang Zhen felt a pang of sorrow for Li. He realized that she had been seeking help, but she had been ignored. He also realized that the hauntings were not just about her; they were about the pain and suffering that she had endured.

Zhang Zhen decided to honor Li's memory by creating a scholarship fund for students in need. He wanted to ensure that no one would ever suffer as Li had. He also wanted to make sure that the dormitory would no longer be haunted by her ghost.

As Zhang Zhen worked on the scholarship fund, he felt a sense of peace. He knew that he had done the right thing by honoring Li's memory. He also knew that he had overcome his own fear and had found a way to make a difference.

In the end, Zhang Zhen's experience in the haunted dormitory had changed him. He had learned about the power of compassion and the importance of standing up for what is right. And although he would never forget the terror he had endured, he knew that he had emerged stronger and more determined to make a difference in the world.

The Haunting of Zhang Zhen's Dorm had come to an end, but its legacy would live on through the scholarship fund and the lessons that Zhang Zhen had learned.