The Haunting Whispers of Dormitory 313

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the campus of St. Augustine University. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of autumn leaves. Inside Dormitory 313, a group of five students gathered around a small, flickering candle. They were the newest residents of the notorious dormitory, a place whispered about in hushed tones by the older students.

"Have you heard the stories?" asked Emily, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and fear.

"Yeah, but I think it's just a bunch of hype," replied Alex, shrugging off the superstitions with a nonchalant grin.

The others nodded, but the unease in the room was palpable. Dormitory 313 had a reputation for being haunted, a place where the whispers of forgotten souls echoed through the empty halls. It was said that those who moved in would never be heard from again.

The group had been assigned to this dormitory on a whim, their curiosity piqued by the tales of the forgotten. They were a mix of skeptics and believers, but none of them could deny the eerie feeling that crept over them as they stepped into the dimly lit corridors.

Over the next few days, the whispers began. They started softly, just a faint rustling in the distance, but soon grew louder, more insistent. The students would hear them in the middle of the night, echoing through the empty halls, calling their names, whispering words they couldn't quite make out.

"It's just the wind," Alex insisted, but the others knew better. They had all felt the chill that accompanied the whispers, a coldness that seemed to seep into their bones.

One evening, as they sat in the common room, the whispers reached a crescendo. They were louder than ever, and the group could feel the energy of the dormitory shifting around them.

"Who's there?" Emily called out, her voice trembling with fear.

The whispers stopped abruptly, and a moment of silence hung in the air. Then, a voice echoed through the room, clear and chilling.

"Who are you?"

The group exchanged nervous glances. They had never heard the whispers speak before, and the voice was distinctly male, with a hint of anger in it.

"We're students," Alex replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

The whispers grew louder, more insistent. "Why are you here?"

"We don't know," Emily stammered. "We were just assigned to this dormitory."

The whispers stopped again, and the voice returned. "You must leave. This place is not for you."

The group exchanged worried glances. They knew they had to find out what was happening, but they also knew that the whispers were warning them to stay away.

Over the next few weeks, the whispers grew louder and more frequent. The students began to investigate, searching for answers. They spoke to the older students, who confirmed the dormitory's haunted reputation. They even spoke to the university's historian, who had records of students who had vanished without a trace.

The historian, an elderly man with a twinkle in his eye, told them about a tragic incident that had occurred years ago. A group of students had moved into Dormitory 313, hoping to uncover the secrets of the building. But they had never been seen again. The whispers, he explained, were the spirits of those students, trapped in the dormitory, calling out for help.

The group was determined to uncover the truth and free the spirits. They began to search the dormitory, looking for clues. They found old photographs, letters, and even a journal belonging to one of the missing students. The journal contained a series of entries, detailing their last days and their fear of the whispers.

As they read the journal, they realized that the whispers were not just warning them to leave; they were calling for help. The students had been trapped in the dormitory, their spirits unable to leave until someone released them.

The group decided to hold a séance, hoping to communicate with the spirits. They set up the room, candles flickering, and the students took their places. As the séance began, the whispers grew louder, more intense. The spirits began to speak, telling the students about their last moments and their fear of the dormitory.

The students learned that the dormitory had been built on an ancient burial ground, and that the spirits of the buried had been trapped inside. The students had to perform a ritual to release the spirits and break the curse.

The ritual was complex, involving ancient symbols and incantations. The students worked tirelessly, their hearts pounding with fear and determination. As they completed the final incantation, the whispers grew louder, and a surge of energy filled the room.

Suddenly, the whispers stopped, and the room was silent. The students looked at each other, their eyes wide with relief. They had done it. They had freed the spirits of the forgotten.

The next morning, the students moved out of Dormitory 313, leaving the haunted building behind. They had faced their fears and uncovered the truth, but they had also paid a heavy price. The experience had changed them, leaving them with a newfound respect for the supernatural.

As they left the campus, the students couldn't help but look back at the dormitory, now a silent, empty building. They had faced the curse of the forgotten dormitory, and they had won. But they knew that the whispers would always be there, a reminder of the power of the supernatural and the courage it takes to face it.