The Haunting of Dormitory 13

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the campus of The Shadowy Sanitary Academy. The air was thick with anticipation, and the students of Dormitory 13 had gathered in the common room, their faces illuminated by the flickering light of a single bulb. The dormitory was notorious for its gloomy reputation, but tonight, their curiosity had reached a fever pitch.

"Remember, no one goes into the attic," warned Li Wei, the tallest and most intimidating of the group. His eyes were fixed on the door that led to the attic, which had been sealed shut for years. The legend of the haunted dormitory was a staple of the campus, but this time, something felt different.

"Why? What's so special about the attic?" asked Xiao Mei, a petite girl with a mischievous grin. She had always been the most adventurous of the group.

Li Wei sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's said that a student died there, and her spirit still haunts the place. No one's gone in for decades."

"But why do we need to believe that?" questioned Zhang Li, the quietest of the group. He was a bookworm, always seeking the truth behind the myths.

Xiao Mei giggled. "Because it's fun, and we're going to be the first ones to prove it's not real!"

The group exchanged glances, and a silent agreement passed among them. They had all heard the whispers of the dormitory, the creaking of the floorboards at night, and the ghostly laughter that seemed to echo through the halls. But none of them could explain why the attic was so crucial.

The door to the attic was ajar, and they pushed it open with a collective gasp. The attic was a labyrinth of forgotten memories, with cobwebs clinging to the rafters and dust covering everything in sight. The air was musty, and a chill ran down their spines.

"Turn on your flashlights," Xiao Mei instructed, and they did, illuminating the darkness with a blinding white light.

The attic was filled with old furniture and broken toys, each piece a relic of a bygone era. They navigated through the clutter, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Suddenly, Xiao Mei's flashlight flickered, and the room was plunged into darkness.

"Who turned off the lights?" Zhang Li shouted, but there was no answer.

The group stumbled forward, their hearts pounding in their chests. They reached the attic's center, where a large, ornate mirror had been placed against the wall. The mirror was cracked, but it still held a haunting beauty.

Xiao Mei approached the mirror, her hand trembling as she reached out to touch it. Just as her fingers brushed the glass, the room was filled with a chilling wind, and the temperature dropped dramatically.

"Look!" Zhang Li exclaimed, pointing at the mirror. A shadowy figure had appeared in the reflection, its eyes wide with terror.

The group gasped, and the figure's eyes locked onto Xiao Mei. She backed away, her voice trembling. "It's her. It's her spirit!"

The shadowy figure reached out, and Xiao Mei's scream echoed through the attic. She stumbled backward, but something held her in place. The group rushed to her side, and Li Wei reached out to pull her away.

But the figure was too strong. It yanked Xiao Mei back, and she vanished from sight. The group's cries filled the attic, but no one could reach her.

In the silence that followed, Zhang Li's voice cut through the air. "We need to find her. Follow me!"

They ran through the attic, dodging furniture and debris. The mirror in the center of the room seemed to be calling to them, and they followed its lead. They reached a hidden door, and Zhang Li pushed it open.

Beyond the door was a dark corridor, the walls lined with old photographs and letters. They followed the corridor, their hearts pounding with fear.

At the end of the corridor was a small room, and inside was Xiao Mei, trapped in a glass box. The shadowy figure was holding her, its fingers wrapped tightly around her throat.

Li Wei rushed to her side, and they struggled against the figure. The air was thick with tension, and the group's cries filled the room.

Suddenly, the shadowy figure let go, and Xiao Mei collapsed to the ground. The group rushed to her side, and she gasped for breath.

Li Wei looked up at the figure, his eyes filled with determination. "You can't take her. She's one of us."

The figure laughed, a sound that chilled them to the bone. "You don't understand. She's not one of you. She's mine."

Li Wei's hand shot out, and he reached for the figure's eyes. The shadowy figure screamed, and the room was filled with a blinding light. When the light faded, the figure was gone, and Xiao Mei was free.

The group looked at each other, their faces filled with relief. They helped Xiao Mei to her feet, and she looked around, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Are you okay?" Zhang Li asked, his voice trembling.

Xiao Mei nodded, her hand reaching for the glass box. She opened it, and inside was a photo of her, but it was dated years ago. She looked at the photo, her eyes filled with tears.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The group exchanged glances, and Li Wei stepped forward. "We don't know, but we're going to find out."

As they left the dormitory, the legend of the haunted attic had taken on a new meaning. They had uncovered a truth that went beyond the myths, and they knew that they were all connected to a secret that could change their lives forever.

The Haunting of Dormitory 13 was just the beginning.