I never believed in ghosts in fact I laughed at my roommate Sarah when she suggested our dorm was haunted it's just an old building I said creeks and groans are normal but things changed when ch ear October night during our sophomore year Sarah and I had just returned from a late night study session as soon as we entered our room an icy chill settled over us we turned the heater up but the room remained freezing weird Sarah muttered we tried to ignore it and went to bed I woke up around 2:00 a.m. feeling a presence
in the room my eyes adjusted to the dark and I saw a shadow standing by Sarah's bed at first I thought it was her but she was sound asleep next to me heart pounding I tried to convince myself it was just a trick of the light but then the shadow moved gliding silently toward the door before Vanishing Into Thin Air I lay there paralyzed with fear until exhaustion finally pulled me back to sleep the next morning I told Sarah what I saw her face turned pale I've been having nightmares she admitted a woman standing by
my bed Whispering something I can't understand we decided to do some research it turns out there had been a series of mysterious deaths in our dorm back in the 1950s room 312 our room was particularly notorious a girl named Emily had died there under suspicious circumstances determined to get to the bottom of it we visited the campus archives we found an old newspaper article detailing Emily's death she was a bright cheerful student but one night she was found dead in her bed eyes wide open in Terror the cause of death was never determined that night
Sarah and I held a seance hoping to communicate with Emily's Spirit we lit candles and sat in a circle hands clasped Emily Sarah called out if you're here give us a sign at first nothing happened then the temperature dropped again and the candles flickered violently a cold breeze swept through the room and we heard a faint whisper help me the whisper grew louder repeating the same words help me help me it was coming from Sarah's bed we both jumped up Hearts racing the room room seemed to close in on us the walls pressing inward suddenly
Sarah let out a blood curdling scream her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed I grabbed her shoulders shaking her Sarah wake up she opened her eyes gasping for air she she wants us to find her terrified but determined we dug deeper into Emily's past we discovered she had been seeing a professor a man named Dr Harris rumors suggested their relationship ended badly Emily had confided in friends that she feared for her life we confronted Dr Harris now an old man his eyes widened in fear when we mentioned Emily I never meant for
her to die he stammered she threatened to expose our Affair I just wanted to scare her the truth unraveled Dr Harris had frightened Emily to death literally her heart gave out from sheer Terror we reported him to the authorities and he was finally held accountable afterward The Haunting stopped the room warmed and the Shadows vanished we held a small memorial for Emily hoping to give her spirit peace even though I no longer live in that dorm I still feel her presence sometimes a gentle reminder of the night I came face to face face with a
ghost and the chilling truth that lies hidden in the shadows of History it was finals week and I was spending every waking hour in the Campus Library the building was a Labyrinth of towering bookshelves and dimly lit study Corners perfect for someone looking to cram in last minute studying one night I decided to stay until closing as midnight approached the library was eerily quiet I found a secluded study Carol on the third floor hidden away from the main areas I like the Solitude it helped me Focus around 11:30 p.m. I heard faint Whispers at first
I thought it was just other students but when I looked around I was alone I Shrugged it off attributing it to exhaustion but the Whispers grew Lou lder more insistent they seemed to be coming from the bookshelf behind me I turned scanning the rows of books but saw nothing unusual I tried to go back to my notes but the whispering continued now accompanied by Soft footsteps chills ran down my spine I gathered my things ready to leave when the lights flickered The Whispers turned into distinct words find me I froze the voice was coming from
an old dusty book on the Shelf curious and terrified I pulled it out it was a diary its Pages yellowed with age the cover bore the name Eliza Johnson I opened it and began reading Eliza was a student at the college in the 1920s she wrote about her life her studies and a mysterious admirer who left her love notes in the library the entries grew darker over time Ela wrote about feeling watched followed she was scared but she didn't know who to turn to the final entry was chilling he's coming for me tonight if I
disappear know that it wasn't an accident my heart raced as I realized Eliza had likely been murdered I couldn't leave her story unresolved The Whispers returned urging me to find her I didn't know what to do how could I find someone who had been missing for nearly a century the next day I went to the campus police but they dismissed my concerns as the ramblings of a stressed student undeterred I decided to investigate on my own I scoured old newspapers yearbooks and campus records Eliza's disappearance was never solved she had vanished Without a Trace leaving
behind only her diary that night I returned to the library with a flashlight The Whispers guided me to a hidden door behind the bookshelf it led to a small dark room that seemed untouched for decades in the center was an old trunk my hands trembled as I opened it inside I found Eliza's belongings her clothes books and a bundle of Love Letters they were from her admirer who turned out to be a Prof Professor his final letter was the most disturbing it was a confession he had become obsessed with Eliza and when she rejected him
he killed her in a fit of rage he hid her body in the trunk intending to move it later but the library was renovated and the room was sealed off I called the police and they finally took me seriously they reopened the case and with the evidence from the trunk they identified Ed the professor though he was long dead Eliza's story was brought to light and she finally received the Justice she deserved even now when I walk through the library I feel a sense of Peace The Whispers have stopped and the footsteps are gone Eliza's
Spirit can rest and I can study in the Library without fear knowing that I helped solve a mystery that had haunted our campus for nearly a century art was my passion so when I was accepted into the prestigious art program at my college I was thrilled the studio was My Sanctuary a place where I could lose myself in painting and forget about the stresses of college life one day while rumaging through the storage room for supplies I found an old dust covered painting it was of a woman with piercing eyes and a sorrowful expression the
painting drew me in and I felt an inexplicable connection to it I asked my professor about it but he seemed reluctant to talk that painting is cursed he finally said the artist Margaret Holloway painted it just before she disappeared they say whoever owns the painting meets a terrible fate I laughed it off as a Superstition but my curiosity was peaked I took the painting to my dorm room planning to study it and perhaps even restore it that night I had a vivid nightmare I was in a dark Forest running from something unseen the woman's face
from the painting appeared her eyes filled with Terror I woke up drenched in sweat the painting lying on the floor beside my bed over the next few days strange things started happening I would hear Whispers when I was alone see Shadows moving out of the corner of my eye and feel a cold presence in my room my grades began to slip and I couldn't focus on my work one evening I was in the studio late trying to catch up on a project I felt someone watching me and turned to see the woman from the painting
standing in the doorway her eyes were full of sorrow and she whispered help me I blinked and she was gone I decided to research Margaret Holloway hoping to find answers I discovered that she had been a brilliant but troubled artist her final painting was of her sister who had died under mysterious circumstances Margaret became obsessed with capturing her sister's spirit in the painting soon after finishing it she vanished Without a Trace determined to uncover the truth I delve deeper I found an old diary belonging to Margaret in the University archives her final entry was chilling
the painting is complete my sister is with me but I fear I have doomed us both the curse is real if anyone finds this please set us free I knew what I had to do I took the painting back to the studio and set up a canvas I decided to finish Margaret's work hoping to release her and her sister's Spirits as I painted the room grew colder and The Whispers grew louder the woman's face on the canvas seemed to come to life her eyes following my every move I worked feverishly driven by an unseen Force
finally I added the last stroke and the painting glowed with an eerie light The Whispers stopped and a sense of calm settled over me I felt a presence behind me and turned to see Margaret and her sister their faces Serene thank you they whispered before fading away the curse was broken I donated the finished painting to the university Gallery where it hangs to this day occasionally I visit it and I swear I can feel a sense of gratitude emanating from the canvas the experience left me shaken but also grateful I had helped two lost souls
find peace and in doing so I discovered the true power of art a power that transcends time and space capable of healing even the deepest wounds
