The Dorm's Haunted Bathroom: The Unseen Echoes

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the rundown dormitory that stood at the edge of the campus. The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and the distant hum of nightlife. It was the kind of place where legends were born and whispered through the corridors like the echoes of a forgotten soul.

The dorm's haunted bathroom was a whispered secret among the students, a place to avoid at all costs. It was said that the bathroom was built on the site of an old, abandoned dormitory, a place where tragedy had once unfolded. Some claimed to hear faint whispers, others to see shadows moving in the corners of their eyes, but no one had dared to confront the source of the haunting.

The story of the bathroom's curse began with a group of friends, the kind who were always up for an adventure. Among them was Alex, a curious and fearless senior, and his friends, a mix of juniors and sophomores, each with their own reasons for seeking out the supernatural. They had heard the tales, but it wasn't until they were locked in a study hall that they decided to take the plunge.

"We're all seniors," Alex said, his voice tinged with excitement. "We might never get to experience this again."

The bathroom was dark, the lights flickering ominously as the group stepped inside. The air was colder here, the walls a sickly shade of green, and the floor tiles seemed to shift under their feet. The whispers grew louder, more insistent, as if the bathroom itself was trying to warn them away.

"What do you think this place is?" asked Sam, the quietest of the group, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before anyone could answer, the door to the bathroom slammed shut with a force that echoed through the room. The group exchanged nervous glances. The lights flickered again, and for a moment, a ghostly figure stood in the mirror. It was a woman, her eyes wide with terror, her mouth agape as if she was screaming.

"Who's there?" Alex called out, his voice trembling.

The figure vanished, leaving behind a chilling silence. The group exchanged glances, their hearts pounding in their chests. They had stumbled upon something real, something that defied explanation.

The whispers grew louder, more desperate, and the temperature in the room dropped. The tiles beneath their feet seemed to hum with a strange energy, and the walls seemed to close in around them. The bathroom was alive, a sentient entity that knew their fear and was feeding off it.

"Let's get out of here," Sam said, his voice steady despite his fear.

But as they turned to leave, the door slammed shut once more, and they were trapped. The whispers became screams, the temperature plummeted, and the room was filled with a suffocating darkness. The group huddled together, their fear now a tangible presence.

"Can someone open this door?" asked Alex, his voice barely audible.

There was no answer, only the sound of their own rapid breathing and the distant hum of the dormitory. The darkness seemed to close in, and the group's fear reached a fever pitch. They were alone, in the dark, and something was out there, watching them, waiting.

Then, the door opened, and a shaft of light flooded the room. The group stumbled out, their legs weak from fear and exhaustion. They had been freed, but the experience had left a lasting scar.

The next day, Alex and his friends couldn't shake the feeling that they had been chosen. They had been chosen to confront the bathroom's curse, to face the unseen echoes that had been trapped within its walls. And now, they were bound together by a shared secret, a secret that could change their lives forever.

As the days passed, the whispers grew fainter, the bathroom's presence less palpable. But the group knew that the curse was still there, waiting, biding its time. They had been lucky to escape, but they were also marked by the experience, forever changed by the unseen echoes of a lost soul.

The dorm's haunted bathroom remained a whispered secret, a place to avoid at all costs. But for Alex and his friends, it was a reminder of the power of the supernatural, a reminder that some things are best left alone. And if the whispers ever grew louder again, they would know that they had been chosen once more, to face the unseen echoes that haunted the dormitory's halls.