Secrets in Room 313

Back to a sunny day I'm looking for a dorm near the university, a simple place to stay that shouldn't be scary. The dorm I chose was just across the canal from the university. My roommate and I went to visit. The lawyer took us up to see the rooms on the 3rd, 4th, and 5th floors. The room on the 5th floor was at the end of the corridor along the balcony.

But my friend and I didn't like it because it was a fan room. So we chose to look at rooms on the 3rd and 4th floors, which is room 313 next to a balcony to dry clothes. There was a large mango tree blocking the light, making the room dark and uncomfortable. So I asked to change to room 413, but that room was already reserved. Niti took us to see the room knowing that the room was already reserved... Why?

In the end, I decided to choose room 313 out of necessity. But I didn't think much of it at that time. Until we started moving in Everything seemed quiet. There's nothing wrong. Until one day...

My friends and I like to talk about ghosts for fun. Sometimes they tease each other. “Be careful of Gigi!” Gigi is the name we use to refer to ghosts. But we're just kidding. No one is seriously thinking about anything. Until one day... I started dreaming, sometimes about ghosts, about strange feelings of pressure. It's not serious. But those dreams made me feel like something was following me. I was haunted by a ghost. My body couldn't move.

I shouted to my friends but no one heard me. Until I had to recite mantras until I fell out. But I just thought it might be too tiring...

That event didn't end just once. I still get bullied again. This time it was more realistic. I dreamed that a long-necked ghost was chasing me. It flickered its tongue and eyes, following in the darkness. I shouted to my friend next to me. But no sound came out. It was like my voice had been swallowed up. I woke up shocked.

Ask your friend if he heard it. Friends said they only heard a hmmm sound. It's like I'm trying to speak. But no words escaped his mouth.

When making merit, the ghost symptoms subside. But that feeling never really goes away. Until one day... I came back to the dorm alone because my friends went out to eat. I finished taking a shower and realized I forgot my towel outside. But then I heard my friends' voices. It's like coming back to the room. The voices talk clearly. So I called out, "Rain, rain!" Please give me a towel.”

But there was no reply. I felt unusually cold, so I slowly opened the door to take a look. There's no one there... The room was empty.

I felt scared to say the least. Try to stay calm. I quickly got dressed and went back to bed, waiting apprehensively for my friends. Who was in the room with me just now? Or that the voice I heard wasn't my friend...

And the thing that makes me wonder to this day is that day... After my friends and I moved out of the dormitory during the school break. I received a call from Niti Dormitory.

"Hello, little one, is that right?" Niti called.

“Yes, is there something wrong?” I replied.

"Someone reported that my room was very noisy. I put a post-it on it and it wouldn't stop the noise."

I laughed dryly and replied, "Uncle, my friends and I haven't been in our room for several months..."

The voice on the other end of the line went quiet and the call suddenly disconnected.

Who... is in my room? Who is making the noise? Or... is it "Gigi" that we used to talk about jokingly?

A terrifying truth lies hidden in Room 313, waiting to be revealed...