Ghost Dormitory Novels & Stories

Barbie was driving the carriage like a madwoman and Lucian seemed not bothered because he was knocked out all the time. Chloe ran her fingers across her brother's blond locks as he laid his head on her shoulder. She knew that he was sensitive to motion. He needs to sleep during their travel or else he will vomit from time to time. When the carriage stopped, Lucian woke up immediately as if he didn't sleep at all. It made Chloe shake her head. The dorm was a beautiful building, standing with three-story and bricks that could last longer than their house in Deirdre. There are two double doors that led to different wings of the dorm, the east and west wing.

The last two were blown backward by high-pressure water blasts from Leonard's gift. All five dropped to the ground before they even got within arm's reach. The dogs pounced, ripping through skulls with their claws and digging out two tiny crystal cores. "Nice job," Hayley said, patting their heads approvingly as she scanned the dorm. It had a private bathroom, four bunk beds, and tidy bedding—enough for eight people. She quickly pieced it together: this must've been an eight-person dorm for regular workers, all women. Five zombies here meant half of them had probably been on the night shift when everything went down.

But he only smiled before proceeding to read the past summary reports I made so he could be updated about the happenings in our pack and how I worked. After a journey of more than six hours, we finally arrived at the Emerald Dorm, located in the east wing, an exclusive and prestigious dormitory reserved for royals, aristocrats, and elites attending the Sowinski Royal Academy. The dormitory was known for its opulent amenities, and having been here on numerous occasions, I could attest to its luxuriousness. "My dorm is your dorm, Tina." Those were Jaromir's usual words every time I would be here in his room. "And your dress is already. I assumed that you still have the same size?" He showed me

Something about my encounter earlier didn’t feel right; especially because it was in the same area, I smelled that rancid flesh scent near the academic center. I shuddered at the thought. Just as we walked through the doors of Dormitory A, I was standing in the middle of a very clustered and frantic living area which had a few couches, a few televisions, a small kitchen, a community bathroom that only had a toilet and sinks because each dorm room had their own bathrooms with showers, and a couple of tables with puzzle pieces and gameboards scattered across them. Students were everywhere though and they looked terrified.

Professor Dupont laughed. “Now, the matter of their safety...” Professor Dimitrio reminded the group, “We were thinking of letting them stay in the special rooms in the dorm...” “I would like to stay with Sebastian, please.” Dorin said with his hand up. “Actually, the rooms are only for special classes—“ “Can I be a half scholar if I do something bad?” “Dorin, stop that!” hissed his aunt.” “As I was saying.” the professor continued patiently, “There are rooms in the dormitory for special cases. It is located at the top most floors – at the attics. These rooms can fit in up to 5 people.”

In the end, I reluctantly agreed to build a dormitory, asking Serina and Aileen to join me in going over the plans and designs Aidan brought while also ensuring the proper permits and paperwork were in order. “We should have it done by the end of June,” Aidan says as he comes to stand beside me. I say nothing but silently watch as his men continue to build what will be a two-story frame housing thirty rooms, a basement with a laundry room, and a common area for the wolves living here to mingle with one another. “And you promise me that it will look similar to the pack house?” I ask, feeling slightly uneasy. “Yes, Alpha Phoebe. The dormitory will look similar to the pack house, though it will

Its silhouette is gutted by time and weather. Isolde stood beside him, coat pulled tight, her expression unreadable. “You okay?” she asked softly. “No,” he answered. “But I remember everything.” Penelope joined them at the back entrance, laptop bag slung over her shoulder, flashlight clipped to her belt. “Place gives me the creeps,” she muttered. “Even before we open secret orphan crypts.” Dorian led them inside. The smell was still the same: bleach and rot and chalk dust. The dormitory hall was intact, just darker. Narrow metal-frame beds lined the walls, tiny lockers still bearing initials from long-gone boys. Dorian’s eyes scanned for one in particular.

Emilio says with an apologetic face. I nod, it's okay with me, this is much shorter then the distance I usually walk to get from and to school. The dorm wasn't anything like I expected, it wasn't even a dorm, it looked more like a frat house. The whole thing was like three story tall with a big backyard and a giant garage. It had several cars parked in it, I'm assuming they belong to the football team. "Welcome home Alexei" Emilio says opening my door for me yet again, he offer me a hand and take it.

It's not the first time I visited the dormitory, so, I'm already aware of the twists and turns of the building. "Nathan, how did you know this is my room?" Ghino curiously asked when I voluntarily reached the doorknob of the room in front of us. "As far as my knowledge is concerned, this dormitory is for those who can't afford it like me. You lived in a condominium, not to mention your parents' mansion." I quickly let go of my hand from the doorknob, gulped some water down to my throat, and moved a few steps back from the door. Guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. Never expected that my own deflect will cause me trouble.

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.