The Dormitory's Mysterious Midnight: A Student's Haunting Discovery

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a pale glow over the dormitory's windows. The air was thick with the scent of rain, and the wind howled through the trees, adding an eerie melody to the silence. On the third floor, room 314 was a place where the whispers of the past seemed to linger longer than the cold air.

Emily, a fresh-faced freshman, had always been curious about the dormitory's lore. She had heard tales of the old dormitory, built during the war, with its dark history and rumored hauntings. But it was the stories of room 314 that intrigued her the most. Supposedly, it was the site of a tragic love story involving a student who fell to her death after being betrayed by the one she loved.

One rainy night, Emily decided to visit the room. The dormitory was closed, but the lock on the door of room 314 had been left slightly ajar. Her heart raced as she pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was cold, and the only sound was the distant howl of the wind. She shivered, but her curiosity got the better of her.

The room was small and cluttered, with old furniture and a large, dusty window. Emily wandered over to the window and peered out, trying to imagine the scene of the tragic love story. That's when she noticed something strange. There was a shadowy figure standing by the window, partially obscured by the curtain.

Her heart pounded in her chest. She turned, but the figure seemed to vanish into thin air. She spun around, searching the room, but it was empty. Panic set in, and she ran to the door, but as she reached for the handle, it seemed to be out of reach. She turned back to the room, and the shadowy figure was there again, standing by the window, watching her.

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

There was no reply. The room was silent, save for the wind outside. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine, and she knew she needed to get out. But as she tried to leave, the door seemed to move by itself, closing in on her.

"Help!" she screamed, but no one came. She was trapped, alone with the ghost of a past love, and the room was closing in on her.

Just as she was about to faint from fear, the door opened. A figure stepped through, and Emily gasped. It was a young woman with long, flowing hair and a dress that seemed to be made of shadows. The woman's eyes were filled with sorrow and pain.

"Who are you?" Emily asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I am Eliza," the woman replied, her voice echoing through the room. "I fell for a man who promised me the world, but in the end, he left me to die. This room is my final resting place, and I will never leave it."

Emily felt a wave of sorrow wash over her. "Why are you here? Why now?"

Eliza's eyes met Emily's. "I need you to help me. My love, he has returned, but he is not the same man I knew. He is filled with darkness, and I fear for my soul. I need your help to break his hold on me."

Emily's mind raced. She had never believed in ghosts, but now she found herself face-to-face with one. "How can I help you?"

Eliza's eyes softened. "You must find the key to unlock the room and free me from his grasp. It is hidden in the old library, in a book that has no title. But be warned, the key is guarded by a creature of darkness. You must be brave and smart to find it."

With that, Eliza vanished, leaving Emily standing alone in the room. She knew she had to find the key and free Eliza, but she also knew the journey would be perilous. She would need to navigate the dark corridors of the old library, face her own fears, and possibly confront the creature of darkness that guarded the key.

Emily's heart was pounding as she left the dormitory and made her way to the library. She knew this was no ordinary adventure, and she had no idea what awaited her. But one thing was certain; she was determined to help Eliza, and she would not rest until the job was done.

The library was vast and dusty, filled with the scent of old books and the echoes of forgotten stories. Emily wandered through the rows of shelves, her eyes scanning the titles. She had no idea where to start, but she knew she had to be patient.

After what felt like hours, her eyes caught a glint of light. She followed the beam of light to a book that had no title, just a simple leather cover. She opened it, and the pages turned themselves, revealing a key hidden within the pages.

With the key in hand, Emily made her way back to room 314. She knew she had to perform the ritual to free Eliza, but she was unsure of the steps. She stood by the window, holding the key, and closed her eyes.

"Eliza, I have found the key," she called out. "Please, help me free you."

The room seemed to vibrate, and the air grew thick with energy. Emily felt the key warm in her hand, and she opened the window. A gust of wind swept through the room, and Eliza appeared, her body no longer made of shadows.

"Thank you," Eliza said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I will never forget your kindness."

With that, Eliza stepped out of the room, leaving Emily standing alone. She looked around, and the room was empty, save for the dust and the memories of the past.

Emily left the dormitory, her heart heavy with the weight of what she had experienced. She knew that the journey was far from over, and she was determined to uncover the truth behind the tragedy that had befallen Eliza and her love.

As she walked away from the dormitory, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She turned, but there was no one there. She quickened her pace, her mind racing with questions and the promise of a mystery that was only just beginning to unfold.