Dorm Story Novels & Stories

Yep, it was it turned out he was sitting there waiting for us so the receptionist give us a tour around the whole building it was huge! I and Amber am currently in our dorms and it had a small connected bathroom with it, it was around 11 PM. Amber was changing into her pj's and I'm on the bed just scrolling my phone, it was silent until I decided to speak. "This is so crazy" I murmured. "Right!? It's so crazy that you and I are got in our dream college and now we're even sharing a dorm!" She said excitedly "Well operantly 'Xander' as well" I added "Girl, Just enjoy this!" She said "Well I guess" I

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My eyes nearly bugged out of my head at the sight, and I could feel the heat crawling under my skin, begging to be let out. It wasn't long before I reached Dorm 314. The young women in the dorm were especially brazen. They'd tease me mercilessly whenever I checked their dorm. I was admittedly a little embarrassed every time I entered their dorm. This time, I'd just arrived at the door when I heard their giggling and noisy chatter coming from inside their room. I knocked on the door. "Dorm check!" Within seconds, Francine Whitmore opened the door. She wore only panties to cover her modesty below. She was practically dripping with youth and vibrancy.

No way was I going to give them the satisfaction of stopping. I thought that would be the end of it. Just some rich boy with too much time on his hands, mocking the newcomer. But no—something in the way his gaze followed me told me I’d just stepped into a story I hadn’t agreed to be part of. --- By the time I found my dorm, I was sweating. The building was older than the rest, the one they clearly reserved for “special cases” like me. My roommate hadn’t arrived yet. The room smelled faintly of dust and wood polish.

"Well, before you enter, I will tell you some rules in this dorm." "Please tell me, Chihiro-nee." Monica nodded since this place was a dorm and of course, there were some rules that he needed to follow. "First, you can't be so rowdy and keep your voice down so you won't bother the rest of tenants, although this dorm is affiliated with the school, it is run privately. Not all the people that are living in this place are students." Monica nodded and felt a bit surprised inwardly since somehow the setting was a bit different from the anime that he had watched in the past.

Derrick and Seth smile and we walk toward the checkout line. “Do you live in the dorms too?” Derrick asks. I nod, “Yep. I live in building 3001.” Seth laughs, “Really? That’s Audrey and I’s building too! Look at this. We can all camp out in the same building with her and keep her safe.” But Derrick cuts him off, “Or we go to my house. I have spare rooms and actual beds. Why would we sleep on the floor?” He laughs. Seth and I laugh too, “Good point. If Mark lets her out of his sight.” I say, rolling my eyes. The line moves and we walk.

Alicia guessed. As soon as they reached the counter, Carl greeted Alicia and Brittany warmly. The glasses man smiled gently and asked, "Hi, how are you guys?" and looked at the two girls in turn. "I heard the dormitory tightened security after one more death." She shuddered in horror. "Why are there so many murders in this dorm, huh?" Brittany shrugged her shoulders lazily. "Maybe this dorm is cursed. Ah, never mind. Make me a bowl of caramel ice, Carl," she asked, to which the counterman immediately agreed.

Alessa helps me make a grocery list to tackle before we return, and I think I have an idea to leave the two of them alone for a few moments. Alessa rides back with me in my car, and my dad follows in the vehicle they had been using, saying it would be good for dividing up the boxes if needed. I have enough suitcases for my clothes, and I'm sure Alessa does too. Our dormitory is exclusively for females, and our room is at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Judging by the quiet, I believe most of the students are away. "Alessa, my stuff is pretty much packed in suitcases, you just need to pack yours…" I say as she narrows her eyes.

"Damn. Why are you telling such a spooky story this time? We are here to club!" "Hehe, because it is better to tell the story in the place where it happened. Anyway, the story doesn't end here. The landowner rebuilds the dormitory after a year. Because of what happened, many students don't want to rent a place where such an accident happened so the landlady makes the rent cheaper. My cousin said that she almost transferred there just to save some extra allowance. But something happened." The girl purposely caught off her sentence and looked at us. One of the boys could not help but guess.

We would always end the call right as I was about to drift off to sleep and he'd always tell me goodnight and that he'd see me in my dreams. The morning had gone by in a blur. Our usual Friday night pizza and horror movies had been cut short due to the girls above us flooding their dorm. We had stayed at Sams sorority for the night and had spent all morning cleaning up the mess . Thankfully nothing was damaged and nothing had really gotten wet other then the carpet and our couch, which we had been meaning to replace anyways.