Whispers in the Urinal: The Dormitory's Sinister Secret

The dormitory at St. Augustine University was known for its old, creaky floors and eerie silence that seemed to whisper secrets long forgotten. The students of Room 307, a group of five friends, had been living with the dormitory's peculiarities for months, but nothing could have prepared them for the night that would change their lives forever.

The dormitory's bathroom was a labyrinth of narrow corridors and dimly lit stalls, each with its own peculiarities. The urinal in the corner of the bathroom, though, was the most unsettling. It was older than the rest, with a worn-out porcelain surface and a faucet that never seemed to run properly. The students had long avoided it, but curiosity got the better of them one fateful evening.

"Who's going to try the urinal in the corner?" asked Alex, the group's resident joker, as they gathered around the bathroom door.

"No one," replied Jamie, the most cautious of the group. "It's too creepy."

"Challenge accepted," said Sam, the daredevil. "I'll go first."

Sam stepped into the stall, and the door clicked shut with a finality that sent a shiver down the spines of his friends. They could hear the faint sound of running water, but it was soon joined by a strange, guttural noise that seemed to emanate from the urinal itself.

"Sam, are you okay in there?" asked Alex, his voice tinged with concern.

"Everything's fine," Sam replied, though his voice was strained. "Just give me a minute."

A minute turned into five, and then ten. The sound of the water continued, but the guttural noise grew louder, almost like a low, growling beast. The friends outside the stall exchanged worried glances, but no one dared to go in.

Finally, the sound stopped, and there was a long silence. "Sam, are you coming out?" asked Jamie, his voice trembling.

"Almost," Sam replied. The door creaked open, and Sam stepped out, his face pale and his eyes wide with shock.

"What happened?" asked Alex, rushing to his side.

Sam's voice was barely a whisper. "It... it spoke to me."

The friends exchanged confused glances. "Spoke to you?" asked Jamie.

"Yes," Sam said, his voice trembling. "It... it said, 'You are not alone.'"

The next morning, the group decided to investigate the source of the strange noises. They found an old, dusty box hidden behind the urinal, filled with photographs and letters that seemed to date back to the 1940s. The photographs showed a group of students, one of whom looked strikingly similar to the urinal's faucet handle.

The letters revealed a dark secret: the dormitory had once been a psychiatric hospital, and the urinal was a place where patients were confined during their worst episodes. The faucet handle was a part of a machine used to administer electric shocks, and the urinal itself was a place of unimaginable terror.

As the group delved deeper into the dormitory's past, they began to experience strange occurrences. They heard whispers in the corridors, felt cold drafts in empty rooms, and saw shadows moving in the corners of their eyes. The urinal, now a focal point of their fear, seemed to be the source of all the supernatural activity.

One night, as they sat around a campfire in the courtyard, they decided to confront the urinal once and for all. They gathered all the old photographs and letters, and as they burned them, they chanted a spell they had found in an old book. The flames crackled, and the air grew thick with smoke.

Suddenly, the urinal began to glow, and the whispers grew louder. The group held their breath as they watched the urinal's faucet handle twist and turn, as if it were trying to reach out to them. Then, with a final, eerie creak, the urinal shattered into a thousand pieces.

The supernatural activity ceased immediately. The whispers stopped, the cold drafts vanished, and the shadows retreated. The group looked at each other, their faces a mix of relief and fear.

They had faced the dormitory's sinister secret, and they had survived. But the experience had left an indelible mark on their souls, and they knew that the dormitory's past would never be forgotten.

As they left the dormitory that night, they couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. They had uncovered a dark truth, and they had become part of a legacy that would forever be tied to the walls of St. Augustine University's oldest building.