Whispers of the Forgotten Dorm
The rain was relentless, pounding against the old dormitory’s windows like the beating heart of a cursed soul. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the echoes of forgotten laughter. It was a place most had tried to forget, a relic from a bygone era, a place where tales of the supernatural had taken root in the fertile soil of local legend.
Among the students of the prestigious but rundown St. Mordecai University, whispers of the forgotten dormitory were as common as the dust that clung to its aged bricks. Few had dared to tread the path that led to its iron gates, and fewer still had returned to tell the tale. It was said that the dormitory had been abandoned due to a tragic incident, a mystery that had never been fully unraveled.
The five friends—Lila, Jake, Sarah, Ethan, and Mia—were the kind of people who sought adventure in the most unlikely of places. Their curiosity had led them to the edge of the campus, where the old dormitory stood, a silent sentinel guarding its dark secrets. They were determined to uncover the truth behind the rumors and the tales that had been told for generations.
Lila, the group’s leader and the most resilient of the bunch, led them through the dense underbrush that surrounded the dormitory. “We’ve got to be careful,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, “the stories say that the place is haunted.”
“Haunted?” Ethan snorted. “Come on, it’s just an old building. It can’t be that bad.”
As they approached the gates, they could feel a chill settling over them. The iron gates were rusted, and the lock was a relic of a bygone era. With a practiced pull, Lila opened the gates, and the group stepped into the shadowy expanse of the courtyard.
The dormitory was silent, save for the distant sound of rain and the occasional rustle of leaves. They made their way up the creaking staircase, the wood groaning under their weight. The first floor was a labyrinth of empty classrooms, each one more decrepit than the last. They passed rows of desks, covered in cobwebs, and the remains of old chalkboards, their faded messages unreadable.
On the second floor, they found a door that stood slightly ajar. Mia pushed it open, revealing a small room filled with dust and the lingering scent of something long forgotten. The walls were lined with pictures of students from years past, their faces faded, their smiles faded further by time.
Lila stepped forward, her eyes scanning the room. “This place is eerie,” she said, her voice tinged with a hint of fear. “But there’s something here. I can feel it.”
Ethan’s gaze was fixed on a portrait of a young woman with a hauntingly beautiful face. “Who is she?” he asked.
Sarah, the group’s historian, stepped closer. “That’s Eliza St. Mordecai,” she replied. “She was the daughter of the university’s founder. She disappeared one night, never to be seen again. They say she was haunted by something, something that still lingers here.”
Lila shivered. “What if we’re not the first to come here? What if something...”
Their conversation was cut short as a sudden chill swept through the room. A cold breeze seemed to rise from the floor, and the portraits on the wall began to move. They turned to see the image of Eliza’s eyes shifting, her gaze locked onto Mia.
“Who are you?” Mia asked, her voice trembling.
“I am the one who watches over this place,” the voice echoed in Mia’s mind. “You have disturbed my slumber. I will not let you leave this room alive.”
Before the friends could react, the walls around them began to close in. The portraits of the past were no longer just images; they were monsters, reaching out, their fingers trailing through the air like ghostly hands.
Lila, ever the leader, fought back, her voice a battle cry against the encroaching darkness. “We won’t be trapped here! We’ll break out of this place!”
The group fought back, their hands and feet kicking against the walls, their voices a chorus of defiance. But the force of the portraits was overwhelming, and soon they were forced to retreat, cornered into a small corner of the room.
“Mia!” Jake shouted. “We need to think, we need to find a way out!”
Mia, still haunted by the voice of Eliza, found herself frozen in place. “But... she’s watching us... she’s everywhere...”
Sarah, ever the logical one, stepped forward. “We need to make a noise, to distract her. Then we can escape through the door.”
The group agreed, and together, they began to bang on the walls, their hands pounding against the portraits. The sound was deafening, and for a moment, the portraits were caught off guard. They stumbled back, giving the friends an opportunity to flee.
“Now!” Lila shouted, and the group surged forward, sprinting towards the door. They burst through the threshold, their hearts pounding in their chests, and into the darkness of the hallway beyond.
They were running, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls, their breaths coming in gasps. They didn’t stop until they reached the staircase, and then they ran down, their bodies driven by sheer panic and the fear that the portraits would catch up to them.
The ground floor was a blur of movement, their eyes scanning for any sign of the portraits. They didn’t see them, but the sense of being watched never left them.
As they burst through the front gates, the rain seemed to stop, and the world around them seemed to shift. The old dormitory was no longer there, replaced by a stretch of open field. The five friends stood in silence, catching their breath, their hearts still racing.
“Are we safe?” Jake asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah nodded, her eyes scanning the horizon. “For now. But we’re not out of danger yet. Eliza St. Mordecai will not be so easily forgotten.”
The group stood there, shrouded in the silence of the night, the rain starting to fall once more. They knew that their adventure had only just begun, and that the true horror of the forgotten dormitory was still to come.
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