Ghost Stories Writers Association

Chapter 1: There was a knock on the door at midnight, and I heard the cry alone It's twelve o'clock in the morning. The old No. 3 Boys dormitory was completely enveloped in the dead silence of the night. The other three roommates in the dormitory were sleeping soundly, and their snoring one after another was filled with warmth, which actually made the night outside the window look as cold as ice. Lin Ye opened his eyes, not sleepy at all. From some unknown moment, he always felt that there was an indescribable coldness seeping through the crack in the door, and it wrapped around his neck stickyly, making the hairs on his body stand up. Without any warning, a low and dry knock slowly hit the wooden door. "Dong——dong——" The sound was quiet, but it accurately penetrated the roommate's snoring and penetrated directly into Lin Ye's ears. The rhythm is weirdly slow, and every beat hits the heart's apex, with a sluggishness that doesn't belong to a living person. Lin Ye froze, staring at the door, not daring to express his anger. He listened for a long time, but there was no movement in the dormitory next door or in the corridor. Looking at the roommates next to him, they were all turning over and sleeping soundly without even frowning, as if he was the only one who could hear the harsh knock on the door from beginning to end. The taboos passed down by old students exploded in my mind: anyone who heard the knock on the door at midnight in this building would be haunted. "Who?" He suppressed his trembling and asked in a hoarse voice. The knocking on the door stopped abruptly.