The Haunting of the Scream Queens' Dorm

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the ivy-covered walls of Scream Queens University. Inside the campus’s oldest dormitory, known ominously as the “Scream Queens’ Dorm,” a group of freshmen had gathered. They were part of a special event, the Scream Queens Unleashed Free Fright Fest, where they were to spend the night exploring the dorm’s chilling history and experiencing the supernatural firsthand.

Sophie, a shy yet curious freshman, had heard whispers of the dorm’s haunting past. According to legend, the dorm had once been the site of a tragic love story, where a young couple had taken their own lives, leaving behind a lingering spirit that haunted the halls. Sophie’s roommate, Alex, was a horror movie aficionado, and the two had been eager to join the Free Fright Fest.

As they stepped into the dimly lit corridor, the air felt thick with anticipation. The group, which included Alex, Sophie, and their friends, Jordan and Mia, had been warned to stay together. The dorm’s caretaker, Mr. Thompson, a stern but kind man, had given them a stern warning: “Beware the spirits that walk these halls. They are not to be trifled with.”

The group moved cautiously down the corridor, their flashlights casting flickering shadows on the walls. Suddenly, a cold breeze swept through the room, sending shivers down their spines. Mia, the most adventurous of the group, whispered, “Do you hear that?” The others nodded, their eyes wide with fear.

As they continued their exploration, they stumbled upon a small, locked door. Alex, feeling a strange compulsion, pushed it open. Inside, they found an old, dusty mirror. “This must be the place,” Alex said, her voice tinged with excitement.

Sophie approached the mirror cautiously, her fingers tracing the frame. Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation, as if someone was pulling her closer. She looked up, and to her horror, she saw her own reflection, but it was twisted and grotesque. She screamed, and the others rushed to her side.

“Who’s there?” Mia called out, her voice trembling.

There was no answer. Instead, the room seemed to grow colder, and the air grew thick with a strange, oppressive presence. The group exchanged worried glances. Jordan, the most logical of them, tried to calm the situation. “We need to stay together and keep moving,” he said. “We can’t let fear control us.”

They continued their search, eventually coming upon a small, locked box in the corner of the room. The box was covered in old, faded wallpaper, and it seemed to be out of place. Jordan reached for the box, and as his fingers brushed against the surface, a loud creak echoed through the room.

The box opened with a soft click, revealing a collection of old photographs and letters. As they examined the contents, they discovered a series of letters written by the young couple, detailing their love and the events that led to their tragic demise. The final letter spoke of a final, desperate act of love, as one of them promised to end their own life to save the other.

Suddenly, the room grew cold once more, and the group felt an overwhelming sense of dread. They realized that they had stumbled upon something much more dangerous than they had anticipated. The spirits of the couple were still here, trapped within the dormitory, and they were not willing to let anyone escape.

The group quickly gathered the letters and photographs, deciding to leave the room as soon as possible. As they made their way back down the corridor, they heard faint whispers echoing behind them. “You can’t leave us behind,” the whispers seemed to say.

Sophie, feeling a strange connection to the spirits, stopped in her tracks. “We can’t leave them here,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “They need to be at peace.”

The others exchanged worried glances, but they agreed with Sophie. They turned back and made their way to the locked door, where they had first encountered the spirits. This time, they were not met with resistance. The door opened easily, and the group stepped outside, feeling a sense of relief.

But as they moved away from the dormitory, they couldn’t shake the feeling that they had left something behind. They had made a promise to the spirits, and they knew that they would have to return to fulfill it.

The night had left its mark on the group, but they had also gained something precious: an understanding of the dormitory’s haunting past and the spirits that walked its halls. They had learned that sometimes, the past can’t be left behind, and that some promises are too important to break.

The Haunting of the Scream Queens' Dorm was not just a story of fear and mystery; it was a tale of redemption and the enduring power of love.