The Echoes of Beijing Sports University: A Track of Terror

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, dark shadows across Beijing Sports University's sprawling campus. The air was cool, carrying with it the faint scent of autumn leaves. It was here, in the heart of the university, where the legend of the Track of Terror began.

Once a vibrant hub of athletic prowess, the track had fallen into disuse. It was said that those who dared to run on it at night would be haunted by the spirits of athletes past, their faces twisted in pain and desperation. The university had tried to suppress the rumors, but the track's reputation had become inescapable.

On this particular night, a group of students decided to test the legend's validity. They were a mix of athletes and outcasts, united by a thirst for adventure and a desire to prove the supernatural was just a myth. Among them was Li Wei, a young man who had always been fascinated by the track's eerie tales.

The group arrived at the track just as the first stars began to twinkle in the sky. The air was thick with anticipation, and the silence was almost oppressive. Li Wei took the lead, his heart pounding in his chest.

As they began to run, the track seemed to stretch endlessly. The wind whispered through the trees, and the distant echo of their footsteps filled the air. Suddenly, the ground beneath them seemed to vibrate, and a chill ran down Li Wei's spine.

"Stop!" he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

The others halted, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. From the shadows, a figure emerged, cloaked in darkness. It was a young woman, her face obscured by her hood. She held a stopwatch in her hand, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

"Who are you?" Li Wei demanded, his voice steady despite the fear gripping his heart.

The woman's eyes met his, and a chilling smile spread across her lips. "I am the Ghostly Milestone, guardian of this track. You have trespassed upon my domain."

Before Li Wei could react, the ground beneath them shook violently. The woman vanished into the darkness, and the track began to glow with an eerie, ethereal light.

The group scattered, their senses overwhelmed by the sudden transformation. Li Wei found himself running, his feet pounding the ground as if driven by some unseen force. He could hear the distant laughter of the spirits, their voices echoing through the night.

As he approached the center of the track, the ground opened up, revealing a chasm. The spirits of the athletes were there, their twisted forms reaching out to him. Li Wei felt a chill run down his spine, and he knew he had to escape.

He stumbled backward, his heart pounding in his chest. The spirits reached out, their fingers brushing against his skin. He could feel their coldness, their pain. He had to break free.

With a shout of determination, Li Wei pushed himself forward, his legs propelling him toward the safety of the campus. The spirits tried to pull him back, but he fought with every ounce of strength he had.

Finally, he reached the edge of the track and stumbled into the safety of the campus. He collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. The others had followed, their faces pale and haunted.

"What happened?" one of them asked, his voice trembling.

Li Wei looked up at the track, its eerie glow still visible in the distance. "We've been haunted by the spirits of the athletes. They were real, and they're still here."

The group remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts. They knew that the Track of Terror was no longer just a legend. It was a ghostly milestone, a reminder of the past and the supernatural forces that could still be found in the world.

From that night on, the Track of Terror at Beijing Sports University became a place of fear and reverence. The students who dared to venture there were forever changed by the encounter with the Ghostly Milestone and the spirits of the athletes.

As for Li Wei, he never ran on the track again. He had seen the truth of the legend, and it was a truth he would carry with him for the rest of his life. The Track of Terror had become a ghostly milestone, a reminder of the supernatural world that lay just beyond the veil of our own.