Ghost Dormitory Novels & Stories

First days were always like this, weren’t they? Still, I couldn’t help the way my shoulders curled forward as I walked again, shrinking into myself like a frightened animal. I didn’t like being seen. I didn’t like being noticed. Especially not like that. Dormitory 6B looked like it had been forgotten by time. Peeling paint. A rusted sign barely hanging on one hinge. The door groaned when I pushed it open, as if warning me. Inside, the air was stale. The hallway stretched out in eerie silence, lit by flickering yellow lights that buzzed overhead. My sneakers squeaked against the old wooden floorboards as I found my way to the second floor.

He blinked at the number on the door then he turned to me " No way!... This can't be right" He snatched a paper in my hands and checked the number " Room 3A,Dorm B. This is... their dorm " I frowned." Their as in...? " " Sovereign Circle, " He took a cautious step back like the door might grow teeth. " This is their floor. These are their rooms. You're not supposed to be here unless you're fucking rich like them ". He stared at me, baffled " You must be some big fish then" Before I could even respond, the door opened and my breath hitched as I took in the surrounding. The dorm was nothing like I had imagine, it looked like some kind of hotel suite or a penthouse.

My teammates hit me with a string of question marks when my hero stood idle and failed to hold the base. Frustrated, I quit the game and opened WhatsApp. The message was from Jacob Zeller, who lived downstairs from me. He was my roommate in college. There were four of us sharing a dorm, and we were pretty tight. While we were interning, we decided to job hunt together and moved into a cheaper apartment to lower our rent. Once everyone had a job, our hours were all over the place, so we each got an apartment to keep from getting in each other's way. We still grab a meal together from time to time.

The rooms sme‌lled faintly of‍ wo⁠od polish and leather, a‌ mix of old money and something w⁠ilder un⁠derneath, a faint tan⁠g, almost metallic, that I couldn’t place‌. Finn led me to my room, war‌ni‌ng about showe⁠rs, bathroom schedules, and the dangers of Dorm 3. “Most schola⁠rship students neve‌r make i‌t here,” he muttered. “The‌y’r‍e eas‌ie‌r to m‍an‍age in the ba‌ck dorms. D⁠orm 3? L⁠eg⁠acy⁠ territory, old familie‌s and sons of shifters, sons of wolves t‍hings humans don’t expect‍. Yo⁠u’l⁠l see.” The warning hit ha‍rder t⁠han any lecture.‌ Shif‌ters? Wolves?

"Didn't say you were going to do anything. Said don't wreck anything. Very different warning." His dorm was in Halloway Hall, third floor, the kind of room that smelled like protein powder and old pizza boxes no matter how many candles you lit. There was a poster of a shark taped crookedly to the wall and a truly concerning number of energy drink cans stacked like a pyramid on the windowsill. It was, somehow, the nicest place I'd been in weeks, because the door locked, and nobody on the other side of it shared our last names. We sat on his lumpy futon eating gas station snacks and just talked. No secrets to manage. It felt so normal it was disorienting, like discovering your favorite show ha

Bayo asked. The young man shook his head. "Just us. We tried to stay quiet after...after they got into the building." Luke nodded. "Let’s move. Stay close and stay quiet." --- The dormitories The dormitories were another story entirely. The long corridors, once filled with laughter and chatter, were now claustrophobic and filled with a foul stench. The doors to most rooms hung ajar, revealing scenes of chaos—overturned beds, shattered mirrors, and bloodstains smeared across the walls.

“My flat. All night. No sneaking out early.” I nodded and slipped back into the hostel just before dawn. Angelina was awake, scrolling on her phone. “You’re glowing again. When are you going to tell your parents you’re basically living at his flat?” “Soon,” I said, collapsing onto my bed. “I hope.” The next day was a grind. Lecture on feminist theory. Group project where Donald was polite but the air was thick. Advisor check-in with Dr. Patel, where I lied convincingly about my focus. By evening I was exhausted but headed straight to Wesley’s flat.

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

Then again, housing four hundred omegas in one building must be difficult even for the archmage. The alpha and omega dormitories were like mansions. There were a total of four levels with each level housing a hundred students. Each room had two students sharing a bunk bed which meant there were at least fifty bedrooms on each level of the dormitory. Even after the orientation tour of the dormitory, Soubi was still lost. Exactly which bathroom did Ringo use? Soubi had checked the fourth bathroom now but his roommate wasn't there. "Whoa! Why are you in such a hurry?" the dorm manager stopped Soubi when he was running in the hallways.

The dormitory was a large stone structure with four towers rising from each corner of the building into the sky. "We're all in the same dormitory?" Ellie asked nervously. "Yep, but the girls have the west wing, and the boys have the east wing," Firash said, disappointment lacing his words. Firash stepped forward to open the doors to the dormitory, holding it open for Samantha, Meredith, and Ellie to enter. Ellie looked around, noting the dual fireplaces on each side of the common area. Couches and chairs sat grouped around the fireplaces facing the fire and more were scattered through the room, grouped in circles. Students milled around the common area as Firash and Jake entered behind the g