The Dormitory's Haunting Hour

The old dormitory, built in the 1920s, stood at the edge of the campus, shrouded in a veil of neglect and silence. The students, a motley crew of introverts and outcasts, had chosen to live there for its isolation and the supposed tranquility it offered. But little did they know, the dormitory was a place of its own haunting.

The first night, the students gathered in the common room, their eyes wide with anticipation. They had heard the rumors, whispers of a ghost that roamed the halls, a spirit trapped within the walls of the old building. But they laughed it off, dismissing it as mere superstition.

Midnight approached, and the clock's ticking seemed to grow louder. The students felt a shiver down their spines, but they pushed it away. They were young, they were brave, and they had nothing to fear.

Then, it began. The lights flickered, casting eerie shadows across the room. A cold breeze swept through the windows, and the temperature dropped suddenly. The students exchanged nervous glances, but no one spoke.

A sudden crash echoed through the halls, and the door to the common room slammed shut. The students gasped, their hearts pounding. The door remained shut, and the room was plunged into darkness. They could hear nothing but their own rapid breathing and the distant sound of footsteps.

"Who's there?" one of the students called out, their voice trembling.

There was no answer. The silence was oppressive, suffocating. The students felt the walls closing in on them, the darkness pressing down on their spirits.

"Let's go check it out," someone suggested, their voice steady despite the fear that had taken hold.

The group moved cautiously towards the door, their footsteps echoing in the silence. As they approached, the door opened slightly, revealing a glimpse of the hallway beyond. They hesitated, then pushed it open, their eyes adjusting to the darkness.

The hallway was empty, save for the faintest of footprints on the floor. The students followed the prints, their hearts pounding with each step. They reached the end of the hall and turned the corner, only to find themselves face-to-face with a ghostly figure.

The figure was a young woman, her eyes hollow and her face twisted in a perpetual scream. She reached out towards them, her fingers brushing against their skin. The students screamed, their terror overwhelming.

"Run!" someone shouted, and the group turned and ran, the ghost chasing them down the hallway. They could hear her laughter, a chilling sound that seemed to echo in their minds.

They reached the common room, but the door was still shut. They pounded on it, but there was no response. The students looked at each other, their faces pale and drawn. They knew they were trapped.

The ghost appeared again, standing in the doorway. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the door. The students screamed once more, but this time, the sound was muffled, as if it had been swallowed by the walls.

The door opened, revealing a dark staircase leading down into the bowels of the dormitory. The students hesitated, but the ghost was already descending. They followed, their hearts pounding with fear.

The staircase was narrow and winding, the air thick with dust and decay. They could hear the ghost's footsteps behind them, the sound growing louder with each step. They reached the bottom of the staircase and turned the corner, only to find themselves in a room that seemed to be made of stone.

The room was empty, save for a large, ornate mirror hanging on the wall. The students approached the mirror, their breaths catching in their throats. They saw their own reflections, but as they looked closer, they realized something was wrong.

The reflections were distorted, twisted, and grotesque. They were not the students, but something else entirely. The students gasped, their terror reaching a fever pitch.

The ghost appeared behind them, her eyes burning with malevolence. She reached out and touched the mirror, and the reflections vanished. In their place, they saw a vision of the dormitory's past.

The room was filled with the sound of a woman's screams, and the students could see her struggling against something unseen. They watched as she was pulled into the mirror, her form being consumed by its dark depths.

The ghost turned to the students, her eyes filled with malice. "You will be next," she hissed, and she reached out, her fingers brushing against their skin.

The students screamed, but this time, the sound was lost in the silence. They felt the ghost's touch, and with it, a coldness that spread through their bodies. They fell to the ground, their eyes rolling back in their heads.

The ghost stood over them, her laughter echoing through the room. "The dormitory's haunting hour has begun," she said, and with that, she vanished, leaving the students to their fate.

The students woke up, their bodies shaking and their hearts pounding. They looked around, realizing they were back in the common room. The door was open, and the sun was shining through the windows. They had made it through the haunting hour, but they knew it was only the beginning.

The dormitory's haunting hour had begun, and it would not end until the last student had paid the price.