The Silent Scream of Dormitory 313

In the heart of Taiwan High, nestled within the creaking walls of its oldest dormitory, lay Dormitory 313. It was a place shrouded in legend, whispered about in hushed tones by the students who dared to venture within its thresholds. The dormitory had seen better days, its once vibrant colors faded to a ghostly gray, and its wooden floors groaning under the weight of countless footsteps.

The story began with a group of five students: Li Wei, a curious freshman; Chen Mei, a reserved senior; Wang Li, a jock with a reputation for toughness; Zhang Hua, an introverted artist; and Xiao Feng, a local celebrity with a penchant for mischief. They were chosen by fate to share a room in Dormitory 313, a room that had a reputation for being haunted.

The first night was uneventful, but as the week passed, strange occurrences began to unfold. Shadows danced in the corners of the room, whispers echoed through the walls, and cold drafts seemed to come from nowhere. The students dismissed it as mere superstition, but as the nights grew colder, the whispers grew louder, and the shadows more sinister.

One evening, as they sat around the dimly lit lamp, Li Wei, the curious one, decided to investigate the rumors. "Let's find out what's going on," he said, his eyes gleaming with a mix of fear and excitement. The others nodded, and they set out to uncover the truth behind Dormitory 313.

As they ventured deeper into the dormitory, the air grew colder, and the whispers turned into screams. They found themselves in a dark corner of the hallway, where a ghostly figure loomed, its eyes hollow and its mouth twisted in a silent scream. The students gasped, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Chen Mei, the reserved senior, stepped forward, her voice steady despite the fear that gripped her. "Who are you?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the ghost. The figure did not respond, but its presence was palpable, a chilling sensation that seemed to seep into their bones.

Wang Li, the jock, stepped in, his muscles tensing as he prepared to protect his friends. "We're not afraid," he declared, his voice a mix of bravado and nervousness. The ghost turned its head slowly, its eyes meeting Wang Li's. For a moment, the two locked gazes, and then the ghost vanished, leaving behind a trail of cold air that lingered in the air.

The students exchanged glances, confused and scared. They continued their investigation, following the whispers and cold drafts to a room at the end of the hallway. They pushed open the door to find an old, dusty desk, covered in papers and letters. Among them, they discovered a journal belonging to a student named Lin Xiao, who had lived in Dormitory 313 many years ago.

The journal revealed a tragic tale. Lin Xiao had been a brilliant student, but his obsession with a forbidden book had led him to perform dark rituals in the dormitory. The book, according to legend, contained the souls of the students who had passed through the dormitory, bound to the building by a curse. As Lin Xiao's obsession grew, so did the number of students who vanished without a trace.

The students realized that they were not just visitors in Dormitory 313; they were part of the curse. Each of them had a connection to the dormitory, and their presence was necessary to break the curse. They knew they had to act quickly, before the whispers turned into screams again.

With the help of Xiao Feng's celebrity status, they began to spread the truth about the dormitory. They organized a ceremony, inviting the spirits of the students who had been lost to the curse. As they chanted and offered prayers, the whispers grew louder, and the cold drafts intensified.

In a moment of desperation, Zhang Hua, the artist, took out his sketchpad and began to draw the spirits, capturing their essence on paper. The spirits seemed to respond to his art, and the whispers began to fade. The students continued their efforts, each contributing their unique talents to the cause.

Finally, as the last spirit was freed, the whispers ceased, and the cold drafts vanished. The students looked at each other, their faces reflecting the relief and triumph of their efforts. They had broken the curse, and Dormitory 313 was no longer haunted.

As they left the dormitory, the students felt a sense of closure. They had faced their fears and uncovered a dark secret, but they had also found a way to heal the past. They knew that Dormitory 313 would never be the same, but they were grateful for the experience.

The Silent Scream of Dormitory 313 had been a chilling reminder of the power of secrets and the importance of confronting the past. The students had learned that some things are best left buried, and that sometimes, the most terrifying truths are those that we choose to ignore.