The Haunting of Room 311

The cold air whispered through the corridors of The Ghostly Girls' Dormitory, a place where shadows danced and whispers echoed. Room 311, in particular, had gained a reputation among the students as a place to avoid. It was a small, musty space with peeling wallpaper and a single, rickety bed. The light from the dim window flickered as if something sinister lurked just beyond the veil of darkness.

One rainy evening, a group of freshmen, led by the bold and curious Mia, decided to investigate the rumors. They had heard tales of ghostly apparitions, cold drafts, and unexplained noises. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, they pushed open the creaky door to Room 311.

The room was silent at first, but then a faint whisper began to echo, "Help me." The girls exchanged nervous glances, their hearts pounding in their chests. Mia, the bravest of the bunch, took a deep breath and approached the bed. She reached out to touch the sheets, and as her fingers brushed against the fabric, a chill ran down her spine.

Suddenly, the room grew cold. The temperature dropped several degrees, and the whispers grew louder. "Help me," they seemed to shout, their voices echoing through the walls. The girls shivered, their breath visible in the air, and they exchanged worried glances.

One of the girls, Lily, suggested they look for clues. They rummaged through the drawers and found an old, tattered diary. The entries were sparse, but one stood out. It was written on the last page, "I am trapped here. The key to my freedom lies in the mirror in the main hall. Find it before it's too late."

With renewed determination, the girls ventured to the main hall. There, they found a large, ornate mirror. They approached it cautiously, their eyes wide with fear. As they looked into the glass, they saw not their reflections, but the image of a young woman in a long, flowing dress. She was trapped in the mirror, her eyes filled with sorrow and desperation.

The girl in the mirror began to speak, her voice trembling. "I was a student here once. I fell in love with a boy from another dormitory. We met in secret, and I became pregnant. When my secret was discovered, I was thrown out of the dormitory. I have been trapped in this mirror ever since."

The girls were in shock. They realized that the key to freeing the spirit was to break the mirror. With trembling hands, they reached out to the glass. As the mirror shattered, a blinding light filled the room. The spirit of the young woman was freed, and she thanked the girls before fading away.

Relieved, the girls returned to their dormitory. They shared their story with their friends, who were equally fascinated and frightened. The rumors of Room 311 began to fade, replaced by tales of the brave girls who had freed the spirit.

But little did they know, their adventure was just beginning. As they continued their studies, they discovered that the dormitory was filled with more secrets and mysteries than they could have ever imagined. The Ghostly Girls' Dormitory was a place where the line between the living and the dead blurred, and every corner held a new, chilling tale.

The Haunting of Room 311 would become a legend, a story told and retold among the students of The Ghostly Girls' Dormitory, a testament to the power of friendship and courage in the face of the unknown.