The Illegal Dormitory: A Haunting Reunion

The night was as dark as the secrets hidden within the walls of the old, abandoned dormitory. The air was thick with anticipation as a group of five friends, each with their own stories of the supernatural, gathered around a flickering candle. They were here for a purpose, a purpose that had been whispered about in hushed tones for years: to uncover the truth behind the dormitory's infamous ghostly tales.

Lina, the group's leader, had always been fascinated by urban legends. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she recounted the story of the dormitory's founding, a tale of a wealthy businessman who had built it to house his employees but had since gone missing under mysterious circumstances. Whispers of ghosts and unexplained phenomena had taken root, and the dormitory had become a local legend.

"Remember the story of the student who vanished?" Lina asked, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and curiosity. "They say he was seen wandering the halls, his eyes hollow and his face twisted in a perpetual scream."

Jenny, a skeptic, rolled her eyes. "That's just a story. There's no proof."

"Proof or not," Alex, the group's tech-savvy member, interjected, "we're here to find out for ourselves. I brought my camera. We'll capture anything unusual."

As the night wore on, the friends shared their own ghost stories, each more chilling than the last. The dormitory's walls seemed to grow colder with each tale, and the candle flickered ominously.

It was during a particularly eerie story that the dormitory's true nature began to reveal itself. The floorboards creaked, and a chill ran down the spine of everyone present. Suddenly, the lights flickered, and a cold breeze swept through the room.

"Did you hear that?" Lina whispered, her voice trembling.

The friends exchanged nervous glances. The dormitory was alive, and it seemed to be responding to their presence.

As the night deepened, the group decided to explore the dormitory's rumored secret room. They navigated through the labyrinthine hallways, their footsteps echoing eerily. The air grew colder, and the sense of dread intensified.

Finally, they reached the door to the secret room. It was slightly ajar, and a faint, ghostly light shone through the crack. Jenny, ever the skeptic, pushed the door open, and the group stepped inside.

The room was small, with a single bed and a dusty wooden desk. A portrait of a young woman adorned the wall, her eyes staring out with an unsettling intensity. The group gathered around the portrait, their hearts pounding.

"Who is she?" Lina asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

It was then that the room seemed to come alive. The portrait's eyes seemed to follow them, and the air grew thick with an overwhelming sense of dread. Suddenly, the floorboards groaned, and the portrait's eyes widened in horror.

"Run!" Jenny screamed, and the group bolted for the door.

As they fled the room, the dormitory seemed to close in around them. The walls seemed to press in, and the air grew colder. They reached the main hall just as the lights flickered and went out, plunging them into darkness.

"Where are we?" Alex called out, his voice echoing through the empty halls.

The group stumbled forward, their senses heightened by fear. They could hear the faint sound of footsteps behind them, growing louder with each passing moment.

"Who's there?" Lina demanded, her voice trembling.

The footsteps stopped, and a chilling silence fell over the dormitory. Then, a voice echoed through the halls, a voice filled with malice and sorrow.

"It's me," the voice said. "I've been waiting for you."

The friends turned to see the young woman from the portrait standing before them, her eyes hollow and her face twisted in a perpetual scream. She reached out to them, and the group realized with a shudder that they had made a grave mistake.

The dormitory was not just a place of legend; it was a place of haunting. The woman from the portrait was not a ghost; she was a spirit bound to the dormitory, her presence a reminder of the dark past that had taken root within its walls.

As the spirit closed in on them, the friends had no choice but to confront the truth they had ignored for so long. The dormitory was not just a place of stories; it was a place of retribution, and the friends were about to face the consequences of their actions.

The night stretched on, filled with terror and revelation. The friends, bound by the dormitory's dark past, were forced to confront the shadows that had been hiding in plain sight. In the end, they would learn that some secrets are best left buried, and some hauntings are too powerful to escape.

The Illegal Dormitory: A Haunting Reunion was a chilling tale of friendship, fear, and the supernatural, a story that would forever be etched into the memories of those who dared to uncover the dormitory's secrets.