Whispers of the Forgotten: The Haunting of the Abandoned Dormitory

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a pale glow over the cityscape. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of rain that was about to fall. In the heart of the city, nestled between towering skyscrapers, stood an old dormitory that had been abandoned for decades. It was a place shrouded in mystery and whispered about in hushed tones by the locals.

Lena, a curious and adventurous young woman, had always been fascinated by urban legends. She and her boyfriend, Alex, were on a weekend trip to explore the city’s hidden gems. As they wandered through the narrow streets, they stumbled upon a sign that read, “Abandoned Dormitory: Do Not Enter.”

Their curiosity was piqued. “Let’s go in,” Lena said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Alex, usually cautious, couldn’t resist the allure of the unknown. “Okay, but let’s keep it light-hearted. No spooky stuff, alright?”

The pair pushed open the creaky gate and stepped inside. The air was thick with dust and the scent of decay. The dormitory was vast, with rows of empty rooms stretching out before them. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional rustle of wind through the broken windows.

They began to explore, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls. Lena’s fingers brushed against the cold, faded posters on the walls, each one a reminder of the dormitory’s former inhabitants. “This place is eerie,” Alex commented, shivering.

They reached the second floor and found themselves in a large, open space. At the far end of the room, they noticed a door slightly ajar. Lena’s heart raced as she approached it. “What’s in there?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alex pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dark, illuminated only by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the broken windows. In the center of the room stood a large, ornate mirror. Lena’s eyes widened as she recognized it. “That’s from the legend,” she said, her voice trembling.

According to the urban legend, the mirror had once belonged to a girl who had been killed in the dormitory. It was said that if you looked into the mirror, you would see the ghost of the girl, her eyes filled with sorrow and betrayal.

Without a word, Lena stepped forward and gazed into the mirror. At first, she saw only her own reflection, but then, something shifted. The image blurred, and she felt a cold breeze brush against her skin. In the mirror, she saw the girl, her eyes wide with fear and pain.

“Who are you?” Lena whispered, her voice barely audible.

The girl’s lips moved, but no sound came out. Lena reached out, her fingers grazing the surface of the mirror. Suddenly, the room was filled with a blinding light, and she felt herself being pulled through the mirror.

When Lena opened her eyes, she found herself in the dormitory of the past. She was a young girl, dressed in a 1950s-style dress, with a look of terror on her face. She looked around, realizing she was trapped in the past.

“Help me,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I need to get back.”

Lena searched the room, looking for anything that might help her return to her own time. She found a small, leather-bound journal on a desk. As she opened it, she discovered it was filled with the girl’s thoughts and memories.

She read about the girl’s love for her best friend, her dreams of becoming a teacher, and the tragic night that changed her life forever. The girl had been lured into the dormitory by a jealous rival, who had then thrown her from the rooftop.

As Lena read, she felt a deep connection to the girl. She realized that the girl’s spirit had been trapped in the dormitory, unable to move on. Lena knew she had to help her.

She looked around the room, searching for a way out. She found a hidden door behind the bookshelf and pushed it open. She stepped outside and looked up at the sky. It was night, but the stars were bright.

Lena felt a surge of determination. She knew she had to return to her own time and find a way to break the girl’s curse. She returned to the present, her heart heavy with the knowledge of the girl’s suffering.

Back in the present, Lena and Alex sat on the ground, their faces pale. Lena took a deep breath and looked at Alex. “I have to go back,” she said, her voice steady.

Alex nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “I’ll go with you,” he offered.

They returned to the dormitory, Lena holding the mirror in her hands. She stood in front of the mirror and closed her eyes. She visualized the girl, her spirit, and the dormitory of the past.

Suddenly, the room was filled with light, and Lena felt herself being pulled through the mirror once more. When she opened her eyes, she was back in the present, sitting on the ground with Alex.

The room was quiet, the mirror now cold and still. Lena and Alex looked at each other, their eyes filled with relief and a newfound understanding of the past.

They left the dormitory, their hearts heavy with the memory of the girl. They knew that the dormitory was still haunted, but they also knew that the girl’s spirit had been freed.

As they walked away, Lena couldn’t help but wonder about the other stories that lay hidden in the heart of the city. She knew that she would continue to explore, to uncover the secrets that lay hidden in the shadows.

The Haunting of the Abandoned Dormitory was more than just a ghost story; it was a tale of love, loss, and redemption. It was a reminder that sometimes, the past can reach out and touch the present, leaving an indelible mark on those who dare to look into the mirror.