The Dormitory's Dark Echo: A Haunting Reunion

In the heart of the university campus, there stood a dormitory that had seen better days. It was an old building, its walls painted in faded shades of white and its floors groaning under the weight of years. It was said that the dormitory had a ghost—a specter of a student who had died mysteriously in its halls. But that was just a legend, a tale to scare the young and the curious. To the students who lived there, it was just another part of the campus.

The dormitory was now empty, save for a group of students who were in the final days of their college lives. They had taken it upon themselves to explore the abandoned halls and capture some ghostly footage for a school project. They called it "The Dormitory's Spooky Video."

Among the group was Xiao Wei, a camera operator with a knack for capturing the moment. He was the one who had found the old, dusty VHS camera hidden in the attic. His friends, a mix of skeptics and believers, tagged along, each with their own reason for wanting to prove or disprove the legend.

The video they found was old, its tape rolling with a mind of its own. As Xiao Wei hit play, the image of a dormitory corridor filled the screen. It was dark, the only light coming from a flickering overhead bulb. Then, a figure appeared, a shadowy outline that moved with an eerie grace. It was the ghost of the dormitory, the spirit of the student who had perished years ago.

The students were captivated, their hearts pounding as the ghost walked the halls. Then, something unexpected happened. The ghost stopped in front of a door, and as the tape continued to play, the door swung open. The students watched in horror as the ghost vanished through the threshold, leaving them with a chilling silence.

Xiao Wei and his friends decided to investigate. They followed the path the ghost had taken, their footsteps echoing in the empty halls. They reached the door, and Xiao Wei pushed it open. Inside, they found a small room, cluttered with old furniture and filled with dust. It was the room where the ghost had vanished.

The room was eerie, but it was the old mirror on the wall that caught Xiao Wei's attention. The mirror was cracked, and its surface was smudged with grime. As he approached, he felt a chill run down his spine. He took a deep breath and peered into the mirror, expecting to see his reflection.

Instead, he saw the figure of a young woman, her eyes wide with terror. She was dressed in a vintage outfit, the kind that might have been fashionable in the 1950s. Her face was pale, her lips pulled back in a silent scream. She turned away from the mirror, and as Xiao Wei watched, she began to fade, her form dissolving into the air around her.

Xiao Wei's friends rushed into the room, their faces as pale as the ghost's. They had seen it too. The ghost of the dormitory had been summoned, and now it was looking for them. The spirit had a message for Xiao Wei and his friends—it was time for them to pay the price for their intrusion.

As the night wore on, the spirit began to make its presence known. The students heard whispers in the dark, felt cold hands brush against their skin, and saw shadows moving where there should have been none. They were trapped in the dormitory, their every move watched by the ghost.

Xiao Wei, driven by a need to understand what was happening, returned to the mirror. He knew that the ghost was bound to the room, trapped in its reflection. He had to break the curse if they were ever to escape.

He took a deep breath and reached out to touch the mirror. As his fingers brushed against the glass, a strange sensation overtook him. He felt the spirit pulling at him, its presence growing stronger. The room seemed to spin around him, and for a moment, he was lost in a sea of darkness.

When Xiao Wei opened his eyes, he was back in the dormitory, standing in front of the mirror. The room was still, the spirit gone. He turned to his friends, who were staring at him in awe.

"I think we did it," Xiao Wei said, his voice trembling. "I think we broke the curse."

As they left the dormitory, the spirit remained behind, its presence fading into the shadows. The students had learned a valuable lesson—that some things are best left alone, no matter how curious one may be.

And so, the dormitory lay empty once more, its walls silent and its rooms untouched. The legend of the ghost continued to live on, a reminder to those who dared to explore its dark secrets that some spirits are not meant to be disturbed.