The Echoes of the Dormitory

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the campus. Inside the dormitory, a hum of activity filled the air as students prepared for the night. But for Alex, a new transfer student, the dormitory was a place of dread rather than rest. It was said that the dormitory of the stars, a facility that connected to parallel dimensions, was haunted by the echoes of the lost souls who had ventured into forbidden realms.

Alex had heard the rumors, the whispers of strange occurrences that left no trace, no explanation. But it wasn't until one fateful evening that the dormitory's true terror revealed itself.

The dormitory was unlike any other; it was a labyrinth of rooms, each with a different atmosphere, each with a different scent. Alex's room was small, with a bed, a desk, and a window that seemed to look out onto nothing. It was in this room that Alex's nightmare began.

That night, as Alex lay in bed, the door creaked open. The room was dark, but Alex could make out the silhouette of a figure standing at the threshold. The figure moved slowly, as if weighed down by something heavy. Alex's heart raced, and they tried to call out, but no sound would escape their throat.

The figure approached the bed, and Alex's breath caught in their throat. It was a student, one they had seen before, but the face was twisted, the eyes hollow. The figure reached out, and Alex felt a chill run down their spine. But before the figure could touch them, it vanished into thin air.

The next morning, Alex found themselves in a different room, the walls a sickly green, the air thick with the scent of mold. They were surrounded by strange, angular objects that hummed softly. The door opened, and a figure emerged, identical to the one from the night before, but this time, it spoke.

"You have entered the dormitory of the stars, where the boundaries between dimensions are thin. You must leave this place, or you will be trapped forever."

Alex tried to argue, to explain that they were just a student, but the figure's voice was relentless. "You are the key, the one who can close this rift. But if you fail, the dimensions will merge, and chaos will ensue."

Confused and terrified, Alex followed the figure through a series of rooms, each more twisted and nightmarish than the last. They encountered other students, their faces contorted, their eyes filled with a madness that seemed to be a part of the dormitory itself.

The figure led Alex to a room at the heart of the dormitory, a room filled with ancient machinery and glowing orbs. "This is the core of the dormitory," the figure said. "You must close the rift here."

Alex approached the machinery, their hands trembling. The figure stepped back, a look of determination on their face. "You must focus, Alex. Think of the ones you love, think of home."

With a deep breath, Alex reached out and touched the machinery. The orbs began to glow brighter, and the room filled with a hum that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of reality. The figure stepped forward, and as they placed their hand on the machinery, the orbs shattered, and a blinding light filled the room.

When the light faded, Alex found themselves back in their own room, the figure gone, the dormitory silent. But the echoes remained, the whispers of the lost souls that had been trapped in the parallel dimensions.

Alex realized that the dormitory was more than just a place; it was a gateway to other worlds, a place where the boundaries between dimensions were as thin as the veil between life and death. And as the echoes of the dormitory continued to haunt them, Alex knew that their journey was far from over.

The next night, as Alex lay in bed, the door creaked open once more. This time, the figure was different, but the message was the same. "You must close the rift, Alex. The time is running out."

And so, the terror of the dormitory of the stars continued, a haunting reminder that some doors should never be opened, and some secrets should never be uncovered.