The Haunting of the Dormitory 313

The old, creaky dormitory at One-Jia University was a place of legend among the students. Dormitory 313, in particular, had a reputation for being haunted. The stories began with whispers of a young woman who had mysteriously vanished one night, leaving behind only her belongings scattered across the room. The dormitory was soon abandoned, and the tales of the haunting grew with each passing year.

It was the start of a new semester, and a group of freshmen had been assigned to Dormitory 313. Among them was Li Wei, a curious and somewhat fearless student who had heard the stories but was determined to debunk the myths. His roommates, Wang Fei and Zhang Li, were less convinced, but they agreed to accompany him on a night of investigation.

As the sun set, the trio gathered their equipment: a flashlight, a camera, and a tape recorder. They entered the dormitory, the heavy door creaking ominously as it closed behind them. The air was cool, and the scent of old wood filled the room. They approached Room 313, the door slightly ajar.

"Let's go in," Li Wei said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The room was small, with a single bed, a desk, and a small window. The walls were peeling, and the floorboards groaned under their weight. Li Wei's flashlight flickered as he moved it across the room, revealing the scattered remnants of the previous tenant.

"Look at this," Wang Fei said, pointing to a photo frame on the desk. "It's her. I've seen this photo before."

Li Wei's heart raced. The photo showed a young woman with long hair, smiling into the camera. He had seen the same picture in the university's archives, but the woman in it was listed as a missing person from years ago.

"Who is she?" Zhang Li asked.

Li Wei didn't answer immediately. He felt a strange sensation, as if the room was watching them. He turned to the window, and his flashlight beam caught something unusual: a faint, ghostly outline of a woman standing by the window.

"Did you see that?" Wang Fei's voice trembled.

The outline of the woman seemed to waver, as if she were made of smoke. Li Wei's camera captured the image, but when he reviewed the footage, the woman was gone.

"Let's keep looking," Li Wei said, trying to keep his voice steady.

They moved to the bed, where they found a small, ornate box. Li Wei opened it, revealing a collection of letters. He began to read them, and his eyes widened as he realized they were letters from the missing woman to her mother.

"Her name was Jing," Li Wei said, his voice breaking. "She was a student here, just like us."

The letters told a story of heartache and betrayal. Jing had been in love with a fellow student, but he had abandoned her after a misunderstanding. Devastated, Jing had taken her own life, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and unresolved emotions.

"Jing," Wang Fei whispered, tears in his eyes. "I didn't know you were here."

Li Wei continued to read the letters, each one more poignant than the last. He felt a deep sense of sorrow for Jing, and a growing sense of responsibility to uncover the truth of her death.

As the night wore on, they discovered more clues: a hidden compartment in the desk containing a journal, a set of old keys, and a photograph of Jing with a group of friends. The photograph showed her standing with a young man who looked strikingly similar to the one who had abandoned her.

Li Wei's mind raced. Could this man have been responsible for Jing's death? He decided to follow the trail of the old keys, which led them to a nearby park. There, they found a small, overgrown grave marked with the name "Jing."

Li Wei knelt beside the grave, his eyes filling with tears. "Jing, we found you," he said softly. "We're sorry we didn't come sooner."

As they left the park, they felt a strange sense of peace. They had uncovered the truth about Jing's death, and they had brought her story to light. But as they walked back to the dormitory, they couldn't shake the feeling that Jing was still watching over them.

The next morning, the trio awoke to find that their investigation had sparked a new wave of interest in the dormitory. Students began to visit Room 313, drawn by the story of Jing and her tragic end. Li Wei, Wang Fei, and Zhang Li decided to keep the dormitory open as a memorial to Jing, a place where her story could be told and remembered.

And so, the haunting of Dormitory 313 continued, not as a source of fear, but as a testament to the enduring power of love, loss, and the unbreakable bonds of friendship.