The Whispering Shadows of National Chengchi University

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the hallowed grounds of National Chengchi University. The old dormitory, known to many as Building 12, stood at the edge of the campus, a relic from a bygone era. It was said that the walls of this building whispered the tales of the past, a testament to the lives and secrets that had once thrived within its confines.

Amidst the chatter of students and the rustle of autumn leaves, Li Wei, a first-year political science student, was drawn to the dormitory. He had heard the rumors, the whispers of ghostly apparitions and the echoes of tragic tales. Determined to uncover the truth, Li decided to investigate the haunted dormitory.

Li's quest began one crisp autumn evening as he stood before the creaking gates of Building 12. The air was thick with anticipation and a sense of foreboding. He pushed the gates open and stepped inside, the heavy doors closing behind him with a finality that seemed to seal his fate.

The corridors were dark, the only light coming from the flickering street lamps outside. Li's footsteps echoed off the concrete walls, a reminder of the dormitory's empty rooms. He moved cautiously, his flashlight casting long shadows against the walls. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional creak of the old wooden floors.

Li had heard that the dormitory was haunted by the spirits of former students who had met untimely ends. The most famous tale was that of a young woman, a political activist, who had been silenced by the regime in the 1960s. Her spirit was said to linger in Room 302, where she had been last seen.

Li's curiosity led him to the room in question. The door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open, stepping inside. The room was small, with a single bed, a wooden desk, and a window that overlooked the campus. The air was musty, and the scent of old wood and dust filled the space.

Li's flashlight beam danced across the walls, revealing a series of faded photographs. He approached the desk, his fingers brushing against the surface as he examined the images. There, among the pictures of students and faculty, was a portrait of a young woman with a striking resemblance to the legend.

Suddenly, the room seemed to grow colder. Li shivered, his flashlight flickering as if reacting to an unseen presence. He turned, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of movement. That's when he saw it—a faint outline, almost like a wisp of smoke, hovering by the window.

Li's heart raced as he approached the window. He could feel the coldness emanating from the ghostly figure, a presence that seemed to reach out to him. He placed his hand against the glass, and the ghostly figure seemed to respond, drawing closer to him.

"Who are you?" Li whispered, his voice trembling with fear and curiosity.

The ghostly figure spoke, her voice a faint whisper that seemed to come from everywhere at once. "I am Li Ying. I was once a student here, fighting for a better future. But they took it all from me. They silenced my voice, and now I am bound to this place."

Li's eyes widened as he realized the significance of the encounter. The spirit was not just a haunting; she was a symbol of the political struggles that had shaped the nation. He felt a connection to her, a kinship that transcended time and space.

As the night wore on, Li spent hours with the spirit of Li Ying, listening to her story and learning about the political turmoil of the past. He realized that the dormitory was not just a place of haunting but a repository of history, a place where the past and present collided.

The next morning, Li left the dormitory, his mind brimming with new insights. He decided to share his experience with his classmates, hoping to shed light on the dark corners of the university's history. The story of Li Ying and the haunted dormitory quickly spread, becoming a symbol of the power of memory and the resilience of the human spirit.

The whispers of the past had found a voice in Li Wei, and the spirit of Li Ying had found a new advocate. The dormitory, once a place of fear and mystery, now stood as a testament to the enduring legacy of the students who had once walked its halls.

As Li looked back at the old building, he knew that the story of the haunted dormitory was far from over. It was a reminder that the past was never truly gone, that the echoes of history could still be heard in the walls of a dormitory, waiting to be rediscovered.