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Indeed, the feeling of being watched was overwhelming. My hand, which had been poised to push open the door of Room 515, suddenly froze. How could this be? I had just checked moments ago, and there was no one there. Slowly, I turned around, afraid that if I whipped around too quickly, I might encounter something unbelievable.
There was nothing unusual behind me; the door to Room 516 was still ajar. It was empty, revealing the balcony beyond, and the surroundings were eerily silent. Even the sound of rain and thunder from outside seemed to be muffled, as if I stood in a space that was dead quiet.
I stood in the hallway, and at that moment, a chill crept up my spine.
Something felt off. As this thought crossed my mind, cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
This was the fifth floor; if something were wrong, it would be too late to go down now. Gritting my teeth, I slowly turned back and pushed open the door to Room 515.
As soon as I opened the door, that sensation of being spied upon returned with a startling intensity. It was absolutely not a mistake or a mere figment of my imagination; I knew something was strange. But I dared not look back again. I coughed loudly a few times and hurried into Room 515.
Inside 515, everything appeared normal. The empty room echoed with the sound of my coughs. I strode toward the balcony and glanced back toward the bathroom intentionally.
Sure enough, something flickered past my peripheral vision. It was formless, like a shadow, and my heart skipped a beat.
Even now, I hesitated to think about that word. I repeatedly reassured myself: It's nothing; it's just a trick of the light; it's too dark in here.
At this moment, Xuanhua and the others should be coming up according to their speed. They must have already descended from the Girls' Dormitory to this floor by now.
Perhaps they were splitting up by class and floor and would be here any moment.
Thinking this way calmed me down considerably. I had already decided that once I finished looking around this half of the room, I would stop and wait for everyone at the Middle Staircase. It was too frightening here. No matter how brave I considered myself or how many bizarre things I'd seen before, this atmosphere still made me uneasy.
I took a deep breath and suddenly turned to run toward the door, stomping my feet deliberately to make noise so that it echoed throughout the hallway. I dashed to the entrance and slightly changed direction, heading straight for Room 514.
With a loud bang, I pushed open the door to 514 so forcefully that it slammed against the wall behind it with a resounding thud. At that moment, a flash of lightning illuminated the room from outside.
A figure lay inside near the window; although she faced away from me, her dress unmistakably identified her as Fu Yuehua.
However, her posture was quite strange; she looked as if she were sleeping. My scalp tingled as I realized that if the room hadn’t been emptied out, her sleeping position resembled that of someone lying on the lower bunk of a bed by the window.
I hesitated for a moment; at this point, I didn’t feel anyone watching me from behind anymore. I walked closer to Fu Yuehua's side and crouched down, ready to reach out and nudge her.
I had not yet encountered Fu Yuehua, but I felt a chill breeze behind me. Startled, I suddenly turned around and stood up.
Yet, there was nothing there.
Then, a strange scene unfolded before my eyes: the door to Room 514 began to slowly close.
Yes, that was right—it was closing slowly. I glanced at the balcony; the glass window in this room was intact and shut tight, with no wind blowing. Yet, the door continued to close steadily, not quickly but with determination. It was odd; it felt as if someone was deliberately shutting the door.
Realizing something was wrong, I instinctively rushed forward to grab the handle and prevent the door from closing completely.
Just as there was a small gap left, I managed to grasp the doorknob.
I pulled hard on the handle, but to my dismay, the door stubbornly shut anyway.
When the door closed, the light in the room dimmed abruptly. This was bad.
I knew the door wasn’t locked; as long as I had a handle, I could pull it open. However, the way it fit against the wall left no leverage for me to use—how could I open it?
Inside, there was an eerie silence, but I sensed something had entered.
In a corner of the room, that feeling of being watched intensified. I didn’t dare turn around; panic set in as I searched for any gaps. Eventually, I found myself crouching on the floor, trying to pry open the door from where it met the ground with my fingers.
Unfortunately, the bottom of the door sealed tightly against the floor, leaving only a narrow crack—too small even for my pinky finger. Pressing my face against the ground to look outside revealed nothing but darkness. Just when I felt utterly helpless, I sensed something approaching from behind me. The air around me suddenly turned cold, and a chilling breeze swept across my neck.
I internally groaned in despair. What the hell! Ghosts! I repeated this mantra in my mind; this truly felt like encountering a ghost.
I dared not look back; I feared what I might see. Years ago at home, I had heard superstitious tales about how people have three flames—two on their shoulders and one above their heads—making it difficult for unclean entities to approach. However, when walking alone at night or during dark hours, one should never turn around abruptly because that would extinguish the flames on their shoulders.
I wasn’t sure how reliable that belief was, but gritting my teeth, I resisted turning back. The pressure behind me grew increasingly intense; it felt extremely uncomfortable. I knew that whatever it was, it was right behind me.
I could almost sense a tangible presence looming over me. I didn’t know what it wanted—whether it was a person or something else—but I knew it couldn’t be anything good.
In that moment, I heard voices coming from outside—it was Xuanhua and the others! Startled, I shouted out loud, “Help! Help! I've found someone here in Room 514!”
As I shouted, I felt the pressure behind me lessen significantly. I couldn't think too much about it and continued to yell.
After a couple more shouts, there was a loud bang as the door was kicked open from the outside, and I was caught off guard, getting hit on the head by the door.
"What the hell!" I yelled, falling to the ground.
"Company Commander!" Xuanhua was the first to rush in, and Made, well, that was typical of Xuanhua's reckless behavior.
Xuanhua squatted down and helped me up.
"Do you have to be so fierce?" I asked, holding my head.
"Company Commander. I heard your cries were quite desperate; I was worried something happened to you." Several soldiers followed in behind him, and I quickly interrupted him, "Desperate? I was just anxious to save someone! I thought I wouldn't be able to carry her alone, so I needed to get her to the infirmary."
Xuanhua sighed and mumbled as he walked over to Fu Yuehua. A few soldiers helped lift her onto Xuanhua's back.
I rubbed my head and looked around. The room seemed ordinary enough, and the temperature felt higher than before; everything appeared normal. Unwilling to accept this, I went to the balcony and checked the bathroom again—still nothing unusual.
The soldiers looked at me curiously, but I knew that thing was gone.
I steadied myself. "Let's go to the infirmary."
One by one, they filed out of the room. Still not convinced, I took one last look around before being the last to leave. Just as I was about to head downstairs, I glanced back once more but felt nothing out of the ordinary.
At that moment, a soldier quietly said to another, "It's strange; this student came up to the fifth floor to sleep in room 514."
My heart skipped a beat—514. I'm doomed.
That room number was truly ominous.
As we descended, the hallways were bustling with activity. Soldiers scattered throughout each corridor and room like they were on a treasure hunt, shouting and chatting with one another. The entire building was filled with an unusually lively atmosphere, completely devoid of any eerie terror.
As we made our way down, gathering the warriors from each floor, we finally exited the building. The rain had stopped by then. I gave a few instructions to Sheng Xiong, asking him to take the troops back to change clothes and rest, and to regroup later for a meal at the Cafeteria.
I then took Xuanhua and Jinghe with me, preparing to escort Fu Yuehua to the infirmary. I called for Fu Yuehua's dorm leader and counselor as we headed towards the infirmary.
On the way, I finally had time and space to check on Fu Yuehua. Her condition was strange; it seemed she was asleep, yet she didn't wake up despite all the commotion. I even called her name, but she showed no response. It was hard to say she was in a faint, as it had been too long.
I felt puzzled about what had happened that brought this girl back into this building, climbing so high, only to end up on the floor of Room 514.
My curiosity was piqued, but I decided to seek answers myself. I wanted to keep the thrilling experience I just had to myself because I knew no one would believe it if I spoke out loud. Moreover, causing unnecessary chaos wouldn't be good either. I would wait until Fu Yuehua woke up before asking her about it.
The rain had stopped, making walking easier, and we quickly arrived at the infirmary. The school doctor shared my assessment; she said that the student's vital signs were stable and there was no danger to her life. However, when asked when she might wake up, the doctor couldn't provide an answer.
The final conclusion was to keep her under observation. Fortunately, there was an Observation Room in the infirmary with a bed and a doctor on duty. I instructed the dorm leader and Jinghe to stay with her and notify us as soon as she woke up so we could come back and inquire about her condition.
After making these arrangements, my counselor and I left the infirmary. Along the way, she expressed her confusion and asked for my opinion. I vaguely deflected with an excuse that it might be sleepwalking. This way worked out well; at least we had an explanation ready for anyone who might ask. We agreed that if anyone inquired about Fu Yuehua, we would say she had somnambulism. This would help stabilize everyone's emotions and alleviate their concerns.
I needed to return and gather the warriors together to give them instructions regarding safety in both training and daily life. It was important to remind everyone to observe their peers closely and report any unusual behavior immediately.
To be continued; tomorrow will be even more exciting.
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