Ghost Dormitory Novels & Stories

No one pays attention to the girl who doesn't speak. I walked out of Prescott Hall with the folder pressed against my chest, my eyes scanning the quad. Students moved in clusters,laughing, arguing, heads bent over phones, lives so ordinary they had no idea how fragile it was The dorm I was directed too was a little off campus. It was a brick building at the edge of campus, hand covered in ivy that probably looked charming in brochures but up close resembled something climbing out of a grave. Morrison Hall. Room 217.

Lucy strolled through the halls of the boys dormitory with steps loud only the deaf could not hear them. “There’s a girl in the dormitory!” one of the boys yelled from inside his cubicle as he peeped out of his ajar door. He shut it forcefully once he realized he had been spotted by those fiery eyes. In her hand she grasped a stat card, it was pressed down so hard with her fingers it was nearly breaking. The boys dormitory was quite elegant. The brass ceiling was set 20 feet above the marble floor and an orchid colored carpet cutting the hallway through the middle. At the very end of the hallway were the rooms for the Candidate’s of Ithea. They were more like castle rooms than cubicle, equip

Hating that he couldn't walk me to my door. They turned left toward the Faculty Wing. I turned right. Walking alone into the lion's den. Dormitory B was a massive, brutalist slab of concrete and iron. As I stepped through the double doors, the smell hit me like a physical wall. Hormones. Cheap body spray. Damp fur. Aggression. It was the scent of a thousand apex predators packed into a shoebox, all vying for dominance. My throat closed up. The chatter in the hallway died instantly.

I guess there were some benefits of being a werewolf. I put the suturing kit in the drawer of my bedside table, knowing I'll come back for it in a few hours. But now, fuck, now I just needed to relax, I needed to breathe for a moment. Lying down in my bed, I pulled my pastel pink, feathered down comforter around me, feeling its softness envelop me like a cloud. I needed to thank my Mama the next time I talked to her because this was, by far, the best purchase we'd made for my dorm room. Staring at the ceiling above, I shuddered; the ceiling was coated in a thick popcorn texture, its white surface covered in tiny jagged bumps and clustered nodules. It was a far cry from the rooms, or should I

Sarah and I walked together toward the residential building, comparing the room assignments we'd been given. "Room 314," she said, squinting at her paper. "Same," I replied, not surprised. Apparently, some things didn't change between lifetimes. The dormitory was just as grand as the rest of the academy, with high ceilings and portraits of distinguished-looking supernaturals lining the walls. We climbed the stairs to the third floor, our footsteps echoing in the corridor. Room 314 was larger than I'd expected, with three beds arranged around the space and tall windows that let in plenty of natural light. Sarah immediately claimed the bed by the window, and I took the one in the middle, leavi

Ten minutes had passed, Sirene and Soheila finally arrived in front of their dorm. “So, this is our dorm? Do we have other roommates?” Sirene asked. “Maybe or maybe not. Come.” Soheila opened the double door. And Sirene and she entered. Inside the dorm, two huge windows with a door on the side that a balcony can be seen from the windows. On the left, a four-step staircase with a hallway on top of the four-step staircase, and had 4 rooms while below the hallway, there are also 4 rooms. On the right side, it also had a four-step staircase with a hallway on top, but there are only two rooms, and it has no door. It seems like it's a kitchen and a dining area. In the middle area, there's a long s

"We're getting closer. I can feel it too." He nodded, but didn't fully believe her, not yet, and neither of them said anything more as the group waited, patient and quiet, until he was steady enough to keep walking. Dormitory Seven sat near the end of the residential corridor, its door hanging open on rusted hinges, and the moment they stepped inside, the entire tone of the search shifted. Small beds lined both walls, thin mattresses long since collapsed with age, faded blankets still folded at the foot of several of them, as though someone had once cared enough to make them each morning.

After getting off the bus, we transferred twice more. The so-called school was three one-story houses pieced together. One was the classroom, the other was the kitchen-slash-office, and the remaining one was a dormitory. There were two wooden bunk beds in the dormitory. During the night, someone knocked on the door. A small slip of paper was stuffed beneath the door crack. [Ms. Cleo, are you asleep? I'm Yasmine. I was worried you might be afraid of the dark, so I left my nightlight at your door. Open the door and take it.]

I let two beads of sweat drip down my cheeks before making one of the boldest and stupidest moves on the planet. The dormitories of Maslow High school were arranged in a funny way. Ten big open cubicles faced each other, each with double-decker beds that stood high and two mattresses. The queens, as they called themselves, got to sleep on the upper bed while the weaklings and people who wet their beds slept on the lower bed. My position is clear. I'm occupying the lowest bed in my cubicle, it's almost three AM, and my bladders are about to burst from the sudden urge to empty them.

I stumbled, struggling to keep my voice steady as I muttered, "Watch it, man." Finally, on the top floor, the chaos seemed to peak. Boys darted in and out of rooms, music blared from open doors, and the smell of sweat and aftershave was almost overpowering. My room was at the far end of the hall, a small haven in this whirlwind of male adolescence. As I opened the door to my new dorm room on the top floor of building K, I was immediately struck by the unexpected sight of two beds. "What the…" I stood there, my short hair slightly disheveled, a constant reminder of the real reasons I was here making breathing a literal chore. I forgot to keep my voice down for a second, thankfully no one shou