The Echoes of the Dorm: A Student's Nightmarish Reckoning

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Zhejiang Construction Institute's campus. Inside Dormitory 302, a young student named Xiao Mei sat at her desk, her eyes glazed over by the fatigue that had become her constant companion. She had heard whispers of the dorm's reputation; tales of eerie occurrences that had driven away many a student. Yet, Xiao Mei was determined to prove that the dorm was just a myth, a mere figment of the overactive imaginations of those who dared to stay.

The dormitory was eerie in its own right, with peeling paint and creaky floorboards that seemed to echo the whispers of the past. Xiao Mei's room was at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar, as if inviting her to explore the secrets it held. She pushed the door open, the hinges groaning in protest, and stepped inside, the air thick with the scent of dust and old wood.

Her roommate, a quiet girl named Liang Li, was already in bed, her face illuminated by the glow of her phone. "Xiao Mei, what are you doing up so late?" Liang Li's voice was laced with concern.

"I'm just... thinking," Xiao Mei replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She walked over to the window, pulling the curtains aside to gaze out at the moonlit campus. The dormitory was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind.

That night, Xiao Mei's thoughts were interrupted by a sound. It was faint at first, a distant whisper, but it grew louder until it was clear as day. "Xiao Mei... Xiao Mei..." The voice was familiar, yet unsettling. She turned to Liang Li, who was now wide-eyed and pale.

"Did you hear that?" Xiao Mei asked, her voice trembling.

Liang Li nodded, her eyes darting around the room. "It sounds like... someone calling your name."

The whispers grew louder, more insistent. "Xiao Mei... come to me..."

Xiao Mei's heart raced. She had heard the stories, the tales of students who had gone missing, never to be seen again. Could this be one of those stories? She turned to Liang Li, but her roommate had vanished. The whispers grew louder, more desperate.

"Xiao Mei, please... I need you..."

Xiao Mei's mind raced. She had to find a way to escape, to get away from the voice that seemed to be calling her name from the very walls of the dormitory. She ran to the door, but it was locked. She pounded on it, her voice filled with terror.

"Let me out! Let me out!"

The whispers grew even louder, and Xiao Mei felt a chill run down her spine. She turned to the window, but it was too high to reach. She looked around the room, searching for anything that could help her escape.

"Xiao Mei, please... I need you..."

The voice was everywhere, in the walls, in the floorboards, in the air. Xiao Mei's mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. She didn't know what to do, what to think. She was trapped, and the whispers were relentless.

"Xiao Mei, please... I need you..."

Xiao Mei's eyes widened as she realized the truth. The whispers were not coming from the past, but from the future. They were the echoes of a student who had once been in this very room, who had been just like her, and who had met a tragic end.

She had to stop the whispers, to save the future from repeating the past. She looked around the room, searching for something, anything that could help her. And then she saw it, a small, ornate box on the dresser.

Xiao Mei's heart raced as she opened the box. Inside was a locket, and inside the locket was a photograph of a young woman, her eyes filled with fear. The woman was Xiao Mei, and the date on the back of the photograph was the day she was supposed to die.

Xiao Mei's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She had to stop the whispers, to save herself and the future. She took a deep breath, and then she did the only thing she could think of. She held the locket close to her heart and whispered, "I'm here, I'm here."

The whispers stopped, and the room was silent. Xiao Mei opened the door and stepped outside, the weight of the past lifting from her shoulders. She had faced the whispers, and she had survived.

As she walked away from Dormitory 302, Xiao Mei couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. She had confronted the ghosts of the past, and she had come out victorious. But she knew that the echoes of the dorm would always be there, a reminder of the nightmarish odyssey she had just endured.

And as she walked away, she couldn't shake the feeling that the whispers were still there, waiting for the next student to come along and face the same fate.