The Haunting of Yixian Rongchang: The Forgotten Classroom

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the sprawling campus of Yixian Rongchang School. The old building, with its moss-covered walls and creaking windows, had long since been abandoned. Yet, whispers of its dark legacy persisted, like echoes of a forgotten tale.

It was a cold autumn evening when a group of curious students decided to explore the forbidden wing of the school. They had heard the legends, the stories of ghostly apparitions and unexplained phenomena that had long haunted the halls. But as the night grew darker, the group's excitement turned to fear, and their whispers grew into a chorus of dread.

At the heart of the school was a forgotten classroom, Room 314. The door stood slightly ajar, and the dim light from the flickering street lamp outside barely illuminated the room. The students, a mix of freshmen and seniors, exchanged nervous glances as they stepped inside.

The room was filled with the scent of old wood and dust, a testament to its long abandonment. The desks were scattered, and the chalkboard was covered in faded equations and forgotten diagrams. The students wandered around, their footsteps echoing in the silence, until one of them noticed something odd.

A piece of paper, yellowed with age, lay on the floor. Picking it up, they saw a list of names, each crossed out with a thick black pen. The paper was torn, and it seemed as if it had been torn from a larger document. The students exchanged puzzled glances, but no one knew what to make of it.

Suddenly, the room grew colder. A chill ran down their spines, and they could feel the air around them thickening. One of the students, a senior named Li Wei, felt a strange sensation as if someone were watching him. He turned to see the others' faces, and their eyes were wide with fear.

"Did you feel that?" Li Wei asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The others nodded, their voices trembling. They felt as if they were being watched, as if the room itself was alive with an unseen presence.

The group decided to leave, but as they reached the door, it slammed shut with a resounding bang. They turned, their faces pale, and saw the door was locked. Panic set in, and they began to shout for help, but no one answered.

Hours passed, and the room seemed to grow smaller. The air grew colder, and the students could hear faint whispers, as if someone were speaking their names. Li Wei, who had been the first to notice the strange sensation, felt a presence behind him. He turned to see a shadowy figure standing in the corner, its face obscured by the darkness.

"Who are you?" Li Wei demanded, his voice trembling.

The figure did not respond, but instead, it began to move towards him. Li Wei's heart raced as he backed away, his mind racing with fear. He turned to his friends, but they had vanished, leaving him alone with the shadowy figure.

The figure reached out, and Li Wei felt a cold hand brush against his cheek. He looked down and saw that the hand was covered in scars, as if it had been burned or cut. The figure spoke, its voice echoing in his mind.

"I was once a student here. I died here, and I will never leave. You must leave this place, or you will suffer the same fate."

Li Wei's mind was racing. He had to get out of the room, but how? He looked around and saw the list of names on the paper. Each name was a student who had died in the school, and each had been marked with an X. He realized that the list was a warning, a message from the spirits of the past.

Suddenly, the room began to shake, and the floor trembled beneath them. The students could hear the sound of footsteps, as if a crowd of spirits were approaching. The air grew thick with fear, and the whispers grew louder.

Li Wei knew that he had to act quickly. He grabbed the list of names and ran towards the door. As he reached it, the lock clicked open, and he pushed it open with a gasp. He stumbled out into the hallway, and the spirits followed, their voices echoing behind him.

The students ran down the hallway, their hearts pounding in their chests. They could hear the spirits' voices growing louder, and they knew they had to escape. They burst out into the night, and the spirits seemed to fade away.

The group of students never returned to Yixian Rongchang School. They spoke of the haunted classroom and the spirits that had followed them, and the school was never the same. The legend of Room 314 grew, and it became known as the most haunted place in the school.

But the story of Room 314 did not end there. The spirits of the past remained, and they continued to watch over the school, waiting for the day when someone would come to visit their forgotten classroom once more.