Whispers of the Abandoned: The Haunting of Yuying Dormitory

The rain had been relentless for days, hammering down on the dilapidated roof of the Yuying Dormitory. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of mildew and decay. The group of survivors, weary from their journey through the wasteland, huddled together, their faces illuminated by the flickering glow of a single flashlight.

Li, the group's leader, had been the one to find the dormitory. He had seen it from a distance, its windows shattered, its walls peppered with bullet holes. But it was the rumors that had drawn them in. The locals spoke of it with hushed voices, as if the very mention of its name would summon the spirits that were said to dwell within.

"Alright, we're going to check it out," Li said, his voice steady despite the fear that gnawed at his insides. "Stay close and be on your toes."

The dormitory was vast, with rows upon rows of empty beds. The desks were covered in dust, and the blackboards had been erased to the point of being nearly blank. As they moved deeper into the building, the temperature seemed to drop, and the air grew colder.

Li had been the first to notice the odd sounds. At first, he thought it was just the wind, but as they ventured further, the noise grew louder, more insistent. It was as if something—or someone—was calling out to them.

"Did you hear that?" a woman named Mei asked, her voice trembling.

"Yeah, it's like... someone's whispering," another survivor, Zhen, replied.

The whispers grew louder, more insistent, until they were almost deafening. The group stopped, their eyes wide with fear, their hearts pounding in their chests. They had entered the dormitory, but now they felt trapped, as if the building itself was holding them prisoner.

"Li, what do we do?" Mei asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Li took a deep breath and stepped forward. "We need to find the source of the whispers. It could be anyone, anything. We have to be careful."

They continued to move through the dormitory, their flashlight casting long shadows on the walls. The whispers grew louder, more desperate, as if they were being pulled towards a dark corner of the building.

Finally, they reached a room at the end of a long hallway. The door was slightly ajar, and the whispers seemed to come from within. Li pushed the door open, and the flashlight beam cut through the darkness, revealing a scene that chilled them to the bone.

The room was filled with old photographs and mementos, all of which seemed to be moving on their own. The whispers were coming from a large, ornate mirror that stood against one wall. As they approached, the mirror began to fog up, and they could see their own faces reflected within it.

But that was not all. They could also see the faces of people they had known, people who had died long ago. Their eyes were wide with terror, their expressions frozen in time. Li felt a chill run down his spine as he realized that they were not alone.

"We need to leave," Mei said, her voice breaking. "This place is cursed."

But it was too late. The whispers grew louder, more insistent, and the mirror began to crack, spilling out a dark, acrid smoke. The group tried to run, but their feet seemed to be glued to the floor, unable to move.

"Li, help us!" Mei screamed.

Li reached out, but his hand passed through the mirror as if it were not there. The smoke grew thicker, filling the room with a choking fog. The whispers became louder, more desperate, until they were nothing more than a cacophony of screams.

Then, the room was filled with light, blinding and overwhelming. When the light faded, the group was gone. The room was empty, save for the mirror, which had shattered into a thousand pieces, leaving nothing but a dark, empty void in its place.

In the rain outside, Li looked back at the Yuying Dormitory. It stood silent, untouched by the world outside. But to Li and his companions, it was a place of horror, a place of death, and a place where the whispers of the past would never be silenced.

As they continued their journey through the wasteland, they could still hear the whispers, echoing in their minds, a reminder of the terror they had faced and the curse that had been placed upon them. They had escaped the dormitory, but they had not escaped the haunting. The whispers of the abandoned Yuying Dormitory would follow them for the rest of their lives.