Whispers in the Abandoned Dormitory

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, casting a crimson glow over the ancient, ivy-covered buildings of Huang Lei's Haunted School. The school had been abandoned for decades, its once bustling halls now filled with dust and echoes of the past. Among the forgotten structures was a dormitory known only in whispers and dread—the Dormitory 13.

The dormitory was a relic of a bygone era, with its creaking wooden floors and peeling wallpaper. It had been said that Dormitory 13 was cursed, the source of the Yellow Ghost's Curse that had plagued the school for generations. Locals spoke of students vanishing without a trace, their spirits bound to the dormitory by an unbreakable bond.

Tonight, a group of five friends—Lina, Max, Jing, Wei, and Xiao—decided to explore the dormitory. They had heard the tales, but their curiosity was insatiable. As they pushed open the heavy, creaking door, a cold wind swept through, chilling their bones and sending shivers down their spines.

The dormitory was dark, save for the flickering glow of a single flashlight. The walls were adorned with faded portraits of students from a bygone era, their eyes hollow and staring. Lina, the bravest of the group, took the lead, her flashlight cutting through the darkness.

As they ventured deeper into the dormitory, the air grew colder, and the whispers grew louder. They could hear the faint sounds of footsteps and distant voices, but no one was there. It was as if the dormitory itself was alive, a sentient being that watched their every move.

They reached the second floor and found a room with the door slightly ajar. The room was filled with old desks and textbooks, the kind that had seen better days. Max, ever the skeptic, pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was silent, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the room, "You cannot escape the curse."

The group exchanged nervous glances, but they pressed on. They moved to the next room, where they found a mirror hanging on the wall. The reflection was distorted, the features twisted and monstrous. Jing, always the most sensitive, backed away, her face pale.

"Who's there?" Max called out, his voice trembling.

There was no answer, just the echo of their own footsteps. They continued to explore, their flashlight flickering against the walls, revealing a series of old photographs and letters. The letters spoke of love, loss, and a tragic ending, hinting at the fates of the students who had once lived here.

As they reached the final room, they found a small, dimly lit room in the corner. The door was slightly open, and they could hear faint whispers coming from inside. Wei, the most curious of the group, pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The room was filled with old furniture and cobwebs, the air thick with dust and decay. In the center of the room was a large, ornate mirror. As Wei approached the mirror, the whispers grew louder, and the reflection became clearer. The face in the mirror was that of a young woman, her eyes filled with sorrow and longing.

"Please help me," the woman whispered, her voice trembling.

Before the group could react, the mirror shattered, sending shards flying into the air. The room was bathed in a blinding light, and the whispers grew louder, almost overwhelming. The group, in a panic, tried to flee the room, but they were trapped.

The whispers grew into screams, and the room seemed to shake with each sound. The air grew colder, and the walls began to close in. The group was surrounded by the spirits of the students, bound by the Yellow Ghost's Curse.

Max, the last to leave the room, turned back and saw the faces of the spirits in the mirror. They were all students from the dormitory, their eyes filled with sorrow and regret. In that moment, he realized the true nature of the curse—the spirits were trapped, bound to the dormitory, and they were seeking release.

With a renewed sense of urgency, the group returned to the first floor and began searching for a way to break the curse. They found an old, dusty book in the library, filled with spells and rituals. The book spoke of a ritual that could free the spirits, but it required a sacrifice.

The group was torn. They knew that breaking the curse was their only hope, but the thought of sacrificing one of their own was unbearable. After much debate, they decided to perform the ritual, hoping that it would bring peace to the spirits and release them from their eternal torment.

The ritual was complex and required precise timing. The group worked together, their hands trembling with fear and determination. As they completed the final incantation, the room filled with a blinding light, and the whispers grew softer, then stopped altogether.

The spirits were free, and the dormitory was silent once more. The group, exhausted but relieved, left the dormitory and made their way back to the main building. As they stepped outside, the sun had risen, and the air was warm and bright.

The group never spoke of the dormitory again, but they knew that they had broken the Yellow Ghost's Curse. They had freed the spirits, and in doing so, they had also freed themselves from the fear that had haunted them for so long.

In the days that followed, the group dispersed, each going their own way. They would never forget their harrowing night in Dormitory 13, nor the spirits that had been freed. They had faced the supernatural and come out stronger, knowing that some things are better left to the past.