Whispers in the Halls: The Dormitory's Silent March

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the campus. The dormitory, a sprawling complex of brick and concrete, stood as a silent sentinel, its windows like hollow eyes watching over the sleeping students. Among them was a group of girls, friends since their first day at college, who had never known the true terror that lay within their walls.

The dormitory was a place of shared laughter and whispered secrets, but tonight, the laughter had faded, and the whispers grew louder. It started with the first girl, Li, as she gazed into the mirror in her shared room. Her reflection was still, her face serene, yet there was something unsettling about the way the light played across her features.

Li turned away, dismissing the feeling as mere superstition, but as the night wore on, her friends began to notice the same thing. One by one, their reflections began to move, their eyes flicking wildly, their lips forming silent words that seemed to echo through the room. It was as if their reflections were alive, watching them, waiting.

The girls were paralyzed with fear. They had heard the stories, the legends of the Silent March, a phenomenon that occurred every few years, where the dormitory's inhabitants would be haunted by their own reflections. Some said it was a curse, others believed it was the work of an ancient spirit trapped within the walls.

As the night deepened, the movement of their reflections grew more intense. They began to hear strange sounds, the creaking of floorboards, the rustling of curtains, as if the dormitory itself was alive. The girls huddled together, their fear palpable, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Then, it happened. The door to their room opened, and a cold wind swept through the room, chilling them to the bone. The girls looked at each other, their eyes wide with terror, and saw their reflections standing in the doorway, their faces twisted in a silent scream.

Without a word, the girls knew what they had to do. They would have to face the Silent March, to confront the spirit that haunted their dormitory. They would have to step into the darkness, to face the unknown.

As they made their way down the hallway, the walls seemed to close in around them. The air grew colder, the silence more oppressive. They could hear the sound of their own footsteps, the echo of their breath, and the distant howl of a wind that seemed to be calling their names.

The girls reached the end of the hallway, and there it was, the door to the room where the Silent March was said to begin. They hesitated, their hearts pounding in their chests, but they knew they had no choice. They had to go through.

The door creaked open, and the girls stepped inside. The room was dark, the only light coming from the flickering flame of a candle on the dresser. They could see their reflections in the mirror, now standing in the center of the room, their movements more frantic, their eyes burning with an otherworldly glow.

The girls approached the mirror, their hearts pounding in their chests. They reached out, and their hands passed through the glass, the coldness seeping through their skin. They felt the touch of the spirit, a cold hand that seemed to grasp at their very souls.

Suddenly, the room was filled with light, and the girls found themselves standing in a different place. They were in a vast, empty hall, the walls lined with mirrors, each reflecting a different face, each one moving, each one watching.

The girls knew they had to find a way to escape, to break the curse that bound them to this place. They began to search, their hearts pounding, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. They stumbled upon a hidden door, its handle cold and unyielding.

As they turned the handle, the door swung open, revealing a path that led to the outside. They ran, their legs pumping, their hearts pounding, their minds racing. They could hear the sound of the Silent March behind them, the echo of their own reflections calling out to them.

They burst through the door, the cool night air rushing over them. They ran, their legs aching, their lungs burning, but they didn't stop. They ran until they reached the campus gates, and they were safe.

As they collapsed on the ground, their hearts still racing, they looked back at the dormitory, the lights now gone, the silence now a haunting presence. They had faced the Silent March, and they had survived, but they knew that the curse was not yet broken.

The girls returned to their dormitory, their lives forever changed by the encounter. They never spoke of the Silent March again, but they could never forget the terror that had haunted them that night. And as they lay in their beds, they could hear the whispers, the silent march, still echoing through the halls, a reminder of the darkness that lay just beyond the light.