The Red Volunteer's Sinister School Days: The Haunting of the Abandoned Dormitory

In the quiet town of Jinglong, shrouded in a mist that seemed to whisper secrets, there stood a dilapidated dormitory, a relic from the past. The Red Volunteer's Sinister School Days had spoken of it, but the town's inhabitants had long since forgotten the legend that surrounded it. Only the old, with stories passed down through generations, knew the truth.

The dormitory, once a vibrant hub of student life, had been abandoned for decades. Its windows, broken and boarded up, stared out at the world with hollow eyes. The iron gates clanged shut with a finality that spoke of sorrow and regret. No one dared to venture inside, for it was said that the spirits of those lost to time still haunted its halls.

The story began with a group of mischievous students from Jinglong University. They had heard the whispers and decided to prove the dormitory was nothing but an old wives' tale. Little did they know, they were about to unravel the deepest secrets of the town.

On a moonless night, the students gathered at the entrance of the dormitory. Their laughter echoed through the night, a stark contrast to the eerie silence that had once been its constant companion. With a mixture of fear and thrill, they pushed open the creaking gate and stepped inside.

The air was thick with dust and the scent of decay. The once polished floors were now covered in layers of grime, and the walls, once adorned with colorful murals, were now stripped bare. The students wandered through the corridors, their flashlights casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Suddenly, the sound of a faint whisper reached them. It was barely audible, but it was there, insistent and unsettling. "They're coming," it seemed to say, but no one knew who "they" were. The students exchanged nervous glances, their curiosity giving way to fear.

As they continued deeper into the building, they stumbled upon a small room at the end of a long corridor. The door was slightly ajar, and they could see a figure sitting at a desk, surrounded by papers and old photographs. The figure turned, and their heart stopped. It was a girl, her eyes hollow and her skin pale, as if she had not seen the light of day in years.

"Who are you?" one of the students called out, but the girl did not respond. She just stared at them, her mouth moving silently as if trying to convey something. The students were frozen, their senses overwhelmed by the surreal scene.

Then, the room began to shake, and a chill ran down their spines. The girl's eyes widened in terror, and she scrambled to her feet, running towards them. The students tried to follow, but the girl was too fast. They turned to see her running through the wall, leaving a trail of dust in her wake.

Panic set in as the students realized they were not alone. Shadows moved around them, and they could hear faint whispers echoing through the corridors. They tried to run back to the entrance, but the shadows seemed to close in, blocking their path.

One by one, the students fell to the ground, their eyes wide with fear. The last student, a girl named Ling, found herself face-to-face with the girl from the room. The girl's eyes were filled with sorrow and pain, and she reached out to Ling, her fingers brushing against her cheek.

"Ling, run," the girl whispered, her voice breaking. "They're not here to hurt you."

Ling's heart raced as she realized the girl was trying to save her. She pushed past the girl and ran towards the entrance, her footsteps echoing through the halls. As she reached the gate, she looked back and saw the girl standing at the end of the corridor, her silhouette blending with the shadows.

Ling pushed through the gate and stumbled outside, her legs trembling with exhaustion and fear. She collapsed on the ground, her heart pounding in her chest. The town seemed to spin around her, and she realized she had been running for hours.

When she finally looked up, the sun was rising, casting a golden glow over the town. The dormitory was a distant memory, and she felt a strange sense of relief. She had escaped, but the memories of the girl and the whispers would haunt her for the rest of her life.

Ling returned to the university, her story of the haunted dormitory becoming the talk of the town. The Red Volunteer's Sinister School Days had finally revealed its secrets, and the town would never be the same. The dormitory remained abandoned, a silent witness to the chilling events that had taken place within its walls.

As for Ling, she never spoke of the girl again. She had her own haunting, one that would stay with her for the rest of her days. The Red Volunteer's Sinister School Days had taught her a lesson she would never forget—the power of the past and the fragility of life.