Strange Tales from College

There is a rule circulating in Jiangcheng University: Don't go to the third floor of Building 19 after nightfall. Six years ago, Li Qiang, who was sleeping in 339, was beheaded, and the whereabouts of his head are still unknown. The school sealed off that floor and replaced the dormitory doors, but every June, someone always heard the sound of keyboard tapping coming from the third floor. At this year's class reunion for the sixth anniversary of my graduation, someone suggested that I go back to my alma mater to visit. That night, there was a human-shaped depression on Li Qiang's old bed, and a line of words on the pillow: "You are here, today is what I have been waiting for."