Whispers of the Abandoned Dorm: A Twisted Reunion

The air was thick with nostalgia as the alumni reunion began. The once bustling campus of Gaochang University was now a ghost town, save for the group of former students who had gathered in the abandoned dormitory, their laughter echoing through the empty corridors. Among them were the four closest friends from their college days: Wei, the ambitious lawyer; Lin, the artistic designer; Feng, the quiet engineer; and Mei, the charismatic entrepreneur.

As they reminisced about the past, the conversation naturally drifted to the darkest period of their college life—the night of the dormitory fire that had left one of their friends, Yu, dead. The cause of the fire was never officially determined, and the lingering suspicion that Yu had been killed by one of them had never been fully resolved.

Mei, with a hint of mischief in her eyes, brought up the old tale. "Remember, the legend says that Yu's spirit haunts the dormitory until the truth is uncovered."

Feng, always the rational one, dismissed the story. "Legends are just that—stories made up to scare people. We need to focus on the present."

But the past was hard to shake off. Wei, who had been the closest to Yu, felt a gnawing sense of guilt. "I still can't get over it. I wish I had done something differently that night."

As the night wore on, the group decided to pay a visit to the dormitory where the fire had occurred. The old building was eerie, with peeling paint and broken windows. They had to navigate through a labyrinth of corridors to reach the room where Yu had been last seen alive.

Inside, the room was just as they had left it years ago, with a dusty bed and a half-open window. The air was musty, and a faint smell of smoke lingered. Wei, unable to contain his emotions, approached the window. "This is where I found him."

Suddenly, Lin noticed something odd—a faint outline on the floor, as if someone had recently been lying there. They all crowded around, and Wei, with a trembling hand, traced the outline with his finger. It was the shape of a body.

The realization hit them like a punch to the gut. Someone was there, someone who had seen the truth of what happened to Yu. But who? And why were they lying in the dormitory?

Mei, her eyes wide with fear, whispered, "Could it be Yu himself? He's trying to tell us something."

As they pondered the mystery, a sudden noise from the corridor outside made them freeze. A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, stepping cautiously into the room. It was Yu, or at least, someone who bore a striking resemblance to him.

Yu's eyes met theirs, filled with a mixture of sorrow and anger. "I have been watching you all these years," he said, his voice echoing in the silent room. "I knew the truth about my death, and I knew who was responsible."

The truth tumbled out in a rush. Yu had been the victim of a jealousy-fueled plot. Wei, who had been the target of a rival's envy, had set the fire to frame him. But in the chaos, Yu had been trapped inside the dormitory and had perished.

As the gravity of the revelation settled in, the group was thrown into disarray. Wei, guilt-stricken, stumbled back, his face pale. "I can't believe it. I... I never meant for this to happen."

Mei, who had been the architect of the scheme, stepped forward, her face twisted with fear. "I had to do it. I couldn't let him get away with what he did to me."

But it was too late. Yu's spirit, no longer bound to the dormitory, moved with a sudden burst of speed, and the next moment, Mei was on the ground, her eyes wide with shock as the spirit passed through her.

The group was left in a state of shock. The spirit of Yu had chosen to exact his own justice, and in doing so, had taken the life of the one who had orchestrated his demise. The dormitory was now silent, save for the echo of their own footsteps and the distant sound of laughter from the reunion outside.

The next morning, the campus was abuzz with the news of Mei's death. The police arrived at the dormitory, and the truth about Yu's murder was finally revealed. But the truth was not enough to bring back the lives lost, and the lingering questions about the nature of justice and the consequences of our actions remained.

The Gaochang Vendetta had finally come to a close, but the scars it left behind would take years to heal. And for Wei, Feng, and Lin, the memory of that fateful night and the spirit of Yu would forever linger in their minds, a haunting reminder of the price of betrayal and the twisted paths our actions can lead us down.