There used to be six dormitories in our boarding school until the headmistress finally had enough of the complaints and shut it down, cramming everyone into the other five instead. It wasn't the room itself that made the other girls complain, it was the presence inside the room and how it seemed to follow them about all day.
I never slept or stayed in that dormitory, quite frankly I'm glad too. The other girls always looked like hell and once a year their screams could be heard all throughout the night. They'd talk about eyes all over the ceiling, big ones, and the windows growing teeth. It was enough to give the rest of us nightmares, let alone having to sleep there indefinitely while the tutors were two floors below, all nice and cosy and untouched by the sixth dormitory hauntings.
I remember how Janice, a girl who graduated last year, used to set up cameras at the foot of as many beds as she could so she'd have proof in the morning. The only thing is that the disturbing images that she developed faded to normal after a few minutes. It was just long enough for her to dash around and show as many of us as she could, proving that dorm six wasn't telling lies. The tutors claimed they never saw anything, while the colour drained from their faces and they clutched their crosses tightly.
Not every girl coped with dorm six, certainly not with the braveness of Janice either. If it wasn't screams and faint sobbing, all you'd hear at night is the sound of their door opening and closing as they fled to their friends in the other dorms, usually dorm one as it was furthest away. It didn't help much, the hauntings followed them, albeit toned down.
Dorm six was the epicentre and something had gone wrong there, but none of us have been able to figure out what. Those of us who have graduated still keep in touch with the other year groups, still trying to get answers and coming up with nothing more than what the hauntings have told us already, and believe me whoever is haunting the dorm is quite talkative.
Aside from making eyes and mouths appear where they absolutely shouldn't be, little girl's heads float about and unhinge their jaws. They like to swoop down and pretend to swallow whoever is unlucky enough to meet their eyes, and only if you meet their eyes. Otherwise they just float about, rotating around to try and catch someone out.
On quieter nights, when the dorm grouped together and brought eye masks so they'd never have to see the hauntings again, the heads would chatter. Sometimes it was just gnashing their teeth and growling in the surprisingly deep way that young girls are somehow capable of.
On the anniversary night (as we came to know it, the night when the terrible event had happened that spurred the hauntings in the first place) the heads would have conversations with the window-mouths who all spoke in the same adult's voice. Whoever this adult was, they were the one who'd caused the event to happen, the one who'd killed the girls. Still no names were ever passed, only the occasional nicknames like Curly or Lizzie.
A few days ago one of the older girls posted to the group chat saying that the newest year had arrived and their nicknames matched the ones that the heads used. This wasn't too bad at first, the dorm had been closed for so long that the current years had never been in it, only knowing about the terrors from what they've spied through the keyhole and heard about from us.
Then we saw the year group photo that was posted to the school's page, siblings tagging each other until it eventually came to all our eyes and to our horror we already recognised them. All of them. Their little faces had swooped down on our friends every night for five years and now they were there in person.
All we have to do now it wait for a new tutor to arrive and to have their voice posted online so we can be certain that the hauntings were just a warning, the children terrifying us for not being able to save them. Surely if we could save them then they would never have appeared? Or did we try and fail and now they're asking us to try something else? Have we already failed by not telling the current year groups any of this?
I never slept or stayed in that dormitory, quite frankly I'm glad too. The other girls always looked like hell and once a year their screams could be heard all throughout the night. They'd talk about eyes all over the ceiling, big ones, and the windows growing teeth. It was enough to give the rest of us nightmares, let alone having to sleep there indefinitely while the tutors were two floors below, all nice and cosy and untouched by the sixth dormitory hauntings.
I remember how Janice, a girl who graduated last year, used to set up cameras at the foot of as many beds as she could so she'd have proof in the morning. The only thing is that the disturbing images that she developed faded to normal after a few minutes. It was just long enough for her to dash around and show as many of us as she could, proving that dorm six wasn't telling lies. The tutors claimed they never saw anything, while the colour drained from their faces and they clutched their crosses tightly.
Not every girl coped with dorm six, certainly not with the braveness of Janice either. If it wasn't screams and faint sobbing, all you'd hear at night is the sound of their door opening and closing as they fled to their friends in the other dorms, usually dorm one as it was furthest away. It didn't help much, the hauntings followed them, albeit toned down.
Dorm six was the epicentre and something had gone wrong there, but none of us have been able to figure out what. Those of us who have graduated still keep in touch with the other year groups, still trying to get answers and coming up with nothing more than what the hauntings have told us already, and believe me whoever is haunting the dorm is quite talkative.
Aside from making eyes and mouths appear where they absolutely shouldn't be, little girl's heads float about and unhinge their jaws. They like to swoop down and pretend to swallow whoever is unlucky enough to meet their eyes, and only if you meet their eyes. Otherwise they just float about, rotating around to try and catch someone out.
On quieter nights, when the dorm grouped together and brought eye masks so they'd never have to see the hauntings again, the heads would chatter. Sometimes it was just gnashing their teeth and growling in the surprisingly deep way that young girls are somehow capable of.
On the anniversary night (as we came to know it, the night when the terrible event had happened that spurred the hauntings in the first place) the heads would have conversations with the window-mouths who all spoke in the same adult's voice. Whoever this adult was, they were the one who'd caused the event to happen, the one who'd killed the girls. Still no names were ever passed, only the occasional nicknames like Curly or Lizzie.
A few days ago one of the older girls posted to the group chat saying that the newest year had arrived and their nicknames matched the ones that the heads used. This wasn't too bad at first, the dorm had been closed for so long that the current years had never been in it, only knowing about the terrors from what they've spied through the keyhole and heard about from us.
Then we saw the year group photo that was posted to the school's page, siblings tagging each other until it eventually came to all our eyes and to our horror we already recognised them. All of them. Their little faces had swooped down on our friends every night for five years and now they were there in person.
All we have to do now it wait for a new tutor to arrive and to have their voice posted online so we can be certain that the hauntings were just a warning, the children terrifying us for not being able to save them. Surely if we could save them then they would never have appeared? Or did we try and fail and now they're asking us to try something else? Have we already failed by not telling the current year groups any of this?
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