Whispers of the Dormitory: The Haunting of Room 402

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the college campus. The dormitory, a labyrinth of concrete and steel, stood silent and ominous. Inside, a group of freshman students huddled around a flickering candle, their faces illuminated by the soft glow. They were gathered to hear the tale of Room 402, a legend that had been whispered for years among the student body.

"The first thing you need to know," began their senior, Alex, "is that Room 402 is not just a number. It's a place where time seems to stand still, and the walls hold secrets that have never seen the light of day."

The group exchanged nervous glances, their curiosity piqued. Alex continued, "There have been rumors of strange noises, unexplained lights, and even ghostly apparitions. Some say it's the spirit of a long-lost student, while others believe it's the work of some sinister force."

Sarah, a freshman with a penchant for the supernatural, leaned forward. "Have any of you actually seen anything?"

The others shook their heads, but there was a collective sense of dread in the room. Alex nodded. "That's because you need to be there at the right moment. It's not just about being in the room; it's about being present."

The group decided to venture into Room 402 the following night, armed with nothing but their courage and a flashlight. They pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit by the flickering candle, and the air was thick with anticipation.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut with a deafening bang. The group jumped, their hearts pounding. The candle flickered and went out, plunging the room into darkness. For a moment, they were frozen in fear, but then the flashlight beams cut through the darkness, revealing the source of the noise.

It was the mirror on the far wall. It trembled and then shattered into a thousand pieces, each shard spinning in the air like a tiny, malicious soul. The group gasped, their eyes wide with shock.

"Who's there?" Sarah called out, her voice trembling.

A cold wind swept through the room, and the temperature dropped dramatically. The group felt a presence, something watching them, something waiting. Then, a voice echoed through the room, chilling and sinister.

"It's time," the voice said, its tone as smooth as silk and as sharp as a knife.

The group exchanged worried glances. What did that mean? They had no idea, but they knew they were not alone. The voice continued, "The past cannot be forgotten, and the truth must be revealed."

The group turned to leave, but the door was locked. They pounded on it, but it would not budge. The voice laughed, a sound that echoed in their minds.

"Run, if you can," it said. "But the truth will find you."

As the group raced down the hall, they could hear the voice growing fainter. They reached the stairwell and looked back one last time. In the distance, they saw the outline of a figure standing in the doorway of Room 402, watching them go.

The next day, the legend of Room 402 grew even stronger. The students who had entered the room that night were haunted by vivid dreams and unsettling thoughts. They spoke of seeing the face of a young girl, her eyes filled with sorrow and confusion. They spoke of hearing whispers, of feeling cold hands on their shoulders, and of seeing shadows move in the corners of their eyes.

As the days passed, the whispers of Room 402 spread through the dormitory, becoming a part of the fabric of the building. No one knew what the truth was, but one thing was certain: Room 402 was no ordinary place, and its secrets were far from being uncovered.

The group of students had learned a valuable lesson that night. Some things were best left alone, and some secrets were meant to remain buried. But for those who dared to delve into the mysteries of Room 402, the truth was just the beginning.