The Terrifying Secret of Room 214: The Mystery of Ghost Possession

The night was dark and silent, as Chen Long tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" came from outside the window, something heavy crashed onto the cold cement ground, instantly waking up Chen Long's roommate in terror.

Everyone hastily put on their clothes, grabbed flashlights, and rushed out of the dormitory. Fifty meters away from the window on the cement ground, they discovered a body covered in flesh and blood. It was a man, with his skull cracked open at the back, brain matter and blood splattered like a burst watermelon, filling the air with a strong scent of blood that turned everyone's stomach.

"Isn't this Zhao Kai?" Zhang Yan couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the distorted face of the body. Zhao Kai was a senior of the group, and also the president of the school's Supernatural Research Association. He had mysteriously disappeared not long ago, leaving no trace behind. No one expected him to appear before them in such a horrifying manner tonight.

"Strange, where did Zhao Kai's body fall from?" Wu Chen suddenly noticed a major point of suspicion.

They looked around and frowned at the sight: the place where Zhao Kai's body lay was an empty square over forty meters wide, completely devoid of any object.

"It looks like he's holding something in his hand!" Du Feng nervously pointed to Zhao Kai's tightly clenched right hand.

Chen Long furrowed his brow, pinched his nose, and opened the clenched right hand of Zhao Kai, revealing a blood-stained piece of paper fluttering down slowly.

Chen Long picked up the paper, under the pale moonlight, the paper bore a chilling message in blood - "Do not go to room 214!"

Fear flooded over everyone like a tide. It was clear to all that Room 214 was a forbidden place talked about with horror in the school. It was located at the end of the second-floor corridor of an abandoned old dormitory building, locked with a heavy lock for years, with no one knowing what had happened there.

Chen Long silently looked at the flesh and blood-covered corpse of Zhao Kai. After a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go, let's check out room 214!"

In the darkness of the night, the ancient dormitory building loomed like a massive tombstone ominously before them, emitting a series of ominous vibes. On the decayed wooden door, a large lock was shining with a dark light under the moonlight.

"Here we are." Zhang Yan's voice trembled slightly.

Chen Long nodded, walked to the door, and gently pulled the lock on the door.

With a "click," the heavy lock unexpectedly fell. "It seems someone has already been here." Chen Long said as he pushed open the two decaying wooden doors.

With the creaking of rusted door hinges, the dormitory building seemed to open its dark mouth slowly like an ancient monster. A burst of dust mixed with a musty smell hit their faces immediately. They entered one by one, and in the dark corridor, a few weak flashlight beams were like lighthouses on a midnight sea, appearing so insignificant.

At the end of the corridor, in front of a door covered with patches of color, everyone stopped in their tracks. The door was slightly ajar, and an inexplicable chill was flowing out from the gloomy gap.

Chen Long slowly pushed open the partially opened door, and the flashlight immediately dispersed the darkness in the dorm room. The room, less than 20 square meters in size, was empty, with layers of thick dust and broken cobwebs everywhere.

“What is that?” Zhang Yan suddenly pointed with a trembling voice at something.

As everyone followed his gaze, their blood almost froze in an instant. The gray wall was covered with densely packed blood-red footprints!

"How can someone walk on the ceiling, unless…” Zhang Yan swallowed hard, forcibly stifling the word "ghost" in his throat.