The Sinister Rest of Nanhuang No.1 Dormitory

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the Nanhuang No.1 Dormitory. The building, a relic of the past, stood silent and abandoned, its windows dark and foreboding. A group of students, fresh from the university, had taken up residence in this ominous place, drawn by the allure of the unknown and the promise of adventure.

Among them was Li Wei, a curious and adventurous soul who had heard whispers of the dormitory's haunted past. He had always been fascinated by the supernatural, and the prospect of encountering a ghost was too tantalizing to resist. Li's friends, Zhang Hua and Wang Mei, shared his enthusiasm, though they were more skeptical of the supernatural.

One evening, as they lounged in the common room, Li Wei shared the stories he had heard about the dormitory. "They say there's a ghost that haunts the third floor," he began, his voice tinged with excitement. "It's said to be a young woman who died there many years ago."

Zhang Hua chuckled. "That's just an old legend. There's no such thing as ghosts."

Wang Mei, ever the pragmatist, nodded in agreement. "I think we should focus on studying and not on ghosts."

Li Wei, undeterred, pressed on. "But what if it's true? What if we actually encounter the ghost?"

The conversation turned to the dormitory's most notorious legend: the Sinister Rest. It was said that on the third floor, a bed would appear and beckon anyone who dared to rest there. The moment they laid down, they would be trapped, unable to move or escape. It was a chilling thought, one that sent a shiver down Wang Mei's spine.

The next day, as the students settled into their rooms, Li Wei felt an inexplicable urge to visit the third floor. He convinced Zhang Hua and Wang Mei to join him, and the three of them made their way to the ominous floor. The air grew colder as they approached the door at the end of the corridor. It was locked, but the handle turned easily, revealing a dark and dusty room.

The bed in the room was old and rickety, its coverings threadbare. Li Wei approached it cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest. "Are you sure about this?" Zhang Hua asked, his voice trembling.

Li Wei nodded. "Let's do it. If there's a ghost, we'll face it together."

Without hesitation, he climbed onto the bed. Zhang Hua and Wang Mei followed, each taking a spot on the other side of the bed. As they settled in, the room seemed to grow colder, the air thick with an unsettling presence.

Suddenly, the bed began to shake. The covers pulled tight around them, and they were unable to move. Li Wei's heart raced as he realized the truth of the Sinister Rest. They were trapped.

"Help us!" Zhang Hua shouted, his voice muffled by the covers.

The room continued to shake, and the bed began to lower. Li Wei could see through the gaps in the coverings that they were descending into the floor. Panic set in as they realized they were being pulled into the earth.

In the depths below, they found themselves in a dark, damp cavern. The air was thick with the smell of decay, and the walls were covered in moss and vines. They stumbled forward, their hearts pounding in their chests, until they reached a small, flickering light.

As they approached the light, they saw an old woman sitting at a table. Her eyes were hollow, and her skin was pale and drawn. "You have been foolish," she said, her voice echoing in the cavern. "You have disturbed the resting place of the spirit."

Li Wei stepped forward, his voice trembling. "We didn't mean to. We just wanted to see if the stories were true."

The old woman sighed, her eyes softening slightly. "Many have come here, seeking the truth. But the truth is, the spirit of this place is not to be disturbed. It seeks only to rest in peace."

Li Wei's heart ached as he realized the gravity of their mistake. "We're sorry," he said, his voice filled with remorse. "We didn't mean any harm."

The old woman nodded. "I know. But now, you must leave this place. The spirit will not rest until you do."

The cavern seemed to grow colder as the old woman spoke, and the light flickered. Li Wei, Zhang Hua, and Wang Mei knew they had to leave. They turned and began to make their way back to the surface, the light growing brighter as they climbed.

When they finally reached the surface, they collapsed on the ground, exhausted and relieved. They had escaped the Sinister Rest, but they had also learned a valuable lesson about the respect due to the spirits of the past.

Back in their dormitory, the students shared their harrowing experience with their roommates. The story spread quickly through the dormitory, and soon everyone had heard of the Sinister Rest and the three students who had dared to challenge it.

The dormitory, once a place of mystery and intrigue, now seemed to have a new aura of respect. The students who lived there were more cautious, more aware of the history that surrounded them. And while they might never encounter the Sinister Rest again, they knew that the spirit of the past would always be a part of Nanhuang No.1 Dormitory.