The Dormitory's Cursed Journal: Whispers of the Forgotten

The old dormitory, known as Building 13, had been abandoned for decades, its reputation preceding it like a shadow. The faded letters on the sign at the entrance read "The Dormitory," but those who dared to venture inside whispered of "Building 13." It was said that during the 1950s, a tragic accident had occurred, and the building had been sealed off ever since. No one knew the exact details, but the air was thick with tales of the supernatural.

In the year 2023, a group of college students, driven by curiosity and a desire for a good scare, decided to explore the dormitory. Among them was a girl named Mia, a history major with an interest in the supernatural. She had heard the stories from her grandmother, who claimed to have seen a ghostly figure wandering the halls of Building 13.

The students gathered at the entrance, their flashlights flickering in the darkness. They exchanged nervous glances before pushing open the heavy, creaky door. The air was musty and cold, and the scent of old wood and dust filled their nostrils. The corridors were silent, save for the occasional echo of their footsteps.

Mia, the group's de facto leader, had brought along a journal she had found in the library. The journal was said to belong to a student who had lived in the dormitory in the 1950s. It was rumored that the journal contained secrets and was the key to unlocking the dormitory's curse.

As they explored the first floor, they found the journal on a dusty desk in a small, dimly lit room. The pages were yellowed with age, and the handwriting was almost illegible. Mia carefully opened the journal, and the students gathered around, their eyes wide with anticipation.

The journal entries were brief, but they were filled with fear and despair. The student, named Emily, had written about strange occurrences, voices in the night, and a sense of being watched. The final entry read, "They're coming for me. I can feel them. I must leave this place before it's too late."

Mia's heart raced as she read the entry. She felt a chill run down her spine, and she quickly closed the journal. "We should leave," she whispered, her voice trembling.

But it was too late. The moment she closed the journal, the room seemed to come alive. The lights flickered, and a cold breeze swept through the room. The students exchanged worried glances, their flashlights casting eerie shadows on the walls.

A sudden noise echoed from the hallway, and they heard footsteps approaching. The students turned, their hearts pounding in their chests. Out of the darkness, a ghostly figure emerged, its face obscured by the dim light. It was Emily, the student from the journal.

"Help me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The students were frozen in place, their minds racing with fear. They didn't know what to do. The ghostly figure moved closer, its presence overwhelming. Mia's mind went blank, and she reached out, her fingers brushing against the cold, ghostly hand.

"Emily, we don't know what to do," Mia said, her voice trembling.

The ghostly figure nodded, and then it turned and vanished into the darkness. The students followed, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. They reached the main corridor and ran, their hearts pounding as they raced towards the exit.

But as they reached the door, it slammed shut behind them. The students looked at each other, their faces pale. The door was locked, and they were trapped. The ghostly figure reappeared, standing before them, its eyes filled with sorrow.

"We can't leave," the figure said. "They're coming for us."

The students exchanged worried glances. They had to find a way out, but the door was locked, and the ghostly figure seemed to be the only one who could help them.

"Where can we go?" Mia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The ghostly figure pointed to a set of stairs at the end of the corridor. "Go up," it said. "The door will open from the outside."

The students followed the ghostly figure's directions and climbed the stairs. At the top, they found a small, locked door. The ghostly figure approached it and touched it, and it opened with a creak. They stepped through, and the door closed behind them.

They found themselves in a small, sunlit courtyard. The students looked at each other, their hearts pounding with relief. They had escaped the dormitory, but they knew that the curse was far from over.

As they walked away from Building 13, the students couldn't shake the feeling that they had only just begun to uncover the secrets of the cursed journal. They had seen the ghost of Emily, and they knew that she was still searching for answers. The Dormitory's Cursed Journal had opened a door to a world they had never imagined, and they were left to wonder what other secrets lay hidden within its pages.