The Silent Scream of the Abandoned Dorm

The cold wind swept through the old, decrepit dormitory, a relic from a bygone era that had been abandoned for years. The ivy that once clung to its walls had long since fallen away, and the paint had peeled off in strips, revealing the brick beneath. The students, a motley crew of thrill-seekers and curious souls, had gathered under the cloak of night, their faces illuminated by the flickering glow of their smartphones.

"Come on, we're just going to look around," whispered Sarah, her voice barely above a whisper. She led the way, her hand brushing against the cold metal door handle, which turned with a creak that echoed through the empty halls.

Inside, the smell of dust and decay filled the air. The floors were covered in a thin layer of dust, and the walls were adorned with faded posters of bands and movies that had long passed their prime. The students moved cautiously, their eyes scanning the room for anything out of the ordinary.

"Did you hear that?" asked Mike, his voice tinged with fear. He pointed to a corner where the sound seemed to come from. "It sounds like someone's whispering."

The group exchanged nervous glances. They had all heard tales of the dorm being haunted, but they had dismissed them as mere rumors. Now, as the whispers grew louder, they realized that they were not alone.

"We need to find the source," said Emily, her voice steady despite the fear that was beginning to grip her. She led them down the hallway, her footsteps echoing against the empty walls. The whispers grew louder, almost like a chorus of voices calling out to them.

They reached a room at the end of the hallway, the door slightly ajar. Emily pushed it open, revealing a small, cluttered room. A single bed stood in the center, its sheets pulled back to reveal a mattress that had seen better days. A small wooden desk sat in the corner, covered in papers and old photographs.

"Over here," said Mike, pointing to a small, dusty box on the floor. He knelt down and opened it, revealing a collection of old letters and photographs. As he sifted through the contents, he found a letter that caught his eye.

"Read this," he said, handing it to Emily.

Dear Emily,

I know you won't believe me, but I am reaching out to you from beyond the grave. The dormitory you are now in is cursed. A terrible tragedy occurred here many years ago, and the spirits of those who perished still wander the halls, seeking revenge.

Please, for the sake of your own safety, leave this place and never return. The whispers you hear are the spirits of the innocent who were wronged, and they will not rest until they have their revenge.

With a heavy heart,

Alice

Emily's eyes widened as she read the letter. The whispers grew louder, almost as if they were responding to the words on the page. She looked up at her friends, her face pale and filled with fear.

"Is this real?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I don't know," said Sarah, her eyes darting around the room. "But we need to get out of here. Now."

The group scrambled out of the room, their hearts pounding in their chests. The whispers followed them, growing louder with each step they took. They reached the door and pushed it open, the cool night air rushing in to greet them.

As they made their way back to the safety of the campus, the whispers faded, but the fear remained. They had seen the evidence of the dorm's dark past, and it had left an indelible mark on their souls.

Sarah, who had been the most skeptical of the group, couldn't shake the feeling that they had been watched. She turned to her friends, her eyes wide with fear.

"What if the whispers were real?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if we had unleashed something we couldn't control?"

The group fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts. They had entered the dorm with curiosity, but they had left with a haunting reminder of the past's power to reach into the present.

The following days were filled with a sense of unease on campus. The students spoke in hushed tones about the abandoned dorm, and the whispers seemed to follow them wherever they went. No one dared to venture near the dormitory again, and the once lively building stood empty and silent, a silent scream of the past echoing through the night.