The Haunting of the Old Dormitory

The rain was relentless as it pounded against the old dormitory’s creaking windows. Inside, a group of freshmen huddled together around a flickering candle, their eyes wide with fear. They had all heard the rumors about the dormitory, but none of them could have imagined the terror that awaited them.

"Who knows what’s in those old rooms?" whispered Emily, her voice trembling with fear. She had heard the stories from the older students, tales of strange noises and ghostly apparitions that seemed to come to life in the dead of night.

The dormitory, known as the "Old Dorm," had been abandoned for years. Its peeling paint and decaying furniture were a testament to its forgotten past. The students had been curious about the place, drawn to its mysterious allure, but now they were paying for their curiosity with a dose of genuine fear.

Tom, the most adventurous of the group, decided to lead the way. "Let’s go explore," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The others followed, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls.

The first room they entered was filled with dust-covered furniture and cobwebs. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the silence was oppressive. Suddenly, a cold breeze swept through the room, causing the candle to flicker wildly. The students exchanged nervous glances, their hearts pounding in their chests.

"Did you feel that?" asked Sarah, her voice barely audible. The others nodded, their faces pale.

Tom led them to the second room, where they found a large, ornate mirror on the wall. The mirror was covered in dust, but as they wiped it clean, a strange face appeared. It was an old woman with a stern expression, her eyes staring directly at them.

"Who are you?" Tom demanded, his voice steady despite the fear that gripped him.

The woman did not respond. Instead, she raised her hand, and a cold wind seemed to come from nowhere. The candle sputtered out, and the room plunged into darkness. The students could hear the old woman’s voice, faint and eerie, echoing through the room.

"We must leave," whispered Emily, her voice trembling. The others nodded, their fear now overwhelming.

As they made their way back to the main hall, they could hear strange noises coming from the adjacent rooms. Footsteps echoed, and the walls seemed to close in around them. They knew they had to escape, but the old dormitory had other plans.

The students reached the main entrance, only to find it locked. They pounded on the door, but no one answered. The old woman’s voice echoed in their minds, and they felt a chill run down their spines.

"Where can we go?" Tom asked, his voice filled with desperation. The others looked at each other, their eyes wide with fear.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a figure emerged. It was the old woman, her eyes filled with malice. She reached out, and the students felt a cold hand brush against their skin.

"No!" Emily screamed, but it was too late. The old woman’s hand clutched at her, pulling her closer. The other students tried to reach her, but they were too late.

As the old woman dragged Emily away, the students realized they were trapped. The old dormitory had claimed another victim, and they were next.

In the darkness, they could hear Emily’s faint cries. The old woman’s voice echoed in their minds, a chilling reminder of the past that would not let them go.

The students were trapped in the old dormitory, a ghostly prison that had no intention of releasing them. Could they find a way to escape, or were they destined to become part of its eternal haunting?