Putri had just moved to a small town to pursue her master's degree. She was assigned a night class schedule at an old university known for its Gothic architecture.
The university's main building looked eerie, with dim lights illuminating only a small part of the corridors. One evening, Putri arrived early for her first class. The classroom was on the third floor, located at the end of a quiet hallway.
As she entered the room, she noticed a few students already seated. They all looked serious and slightly pale. Putri chose a seat in the middle row, feeling that something was odd about the atmosphere in the room.
Not long after, the professor walked in. The room's atmosphere immediately turned cold. The professor began lecturing on history and philosophy. As the class progressed, Putri felt the strangeness intensify, though she tried her best to stay focused on the lesson.
In the middle of the lecture, Putri felt as though someone was watching her. She glanced around the room and noticed the other students staring at her with blank and icy expressions.
Feeling uneasy, Putri whispered to the girl sitting next to her, "Do you feel like there's something strange here too?"
The girl slowly turned to her. Her face was pale, and her eyes were empty. "You don't know, do you? Everyone here is a spirit of students who never graduated. They're trapped here forever," she replied in a raspy voice.
A chill ran down Putri's spine. She quickly gathered her belongings and rushed out of the room. As she ran down the corridor, she heard footsteps behind her, growing faster and louder. Putri didn't dare to look back and kept running until she exited the building.
Outside, she came across the campus security guard. Out of breath, she explained what had just happened. The guard gave a faint smile and said, "You're not the first to experience this. That building has been abandoned for a long time because of chilling stories about students who could never leave the campus."
Putri decided never to return to that building again. She even chose to transfer to another university. However, the story of the night class and the ghostly students remained etched in her memory, becoming the most terrifying experience of her life.
The university's main building looked eerie, with dim lights illuminating only a small part of the corridors. One evening, Putri arrived early for her first class. The classroom was on the third floor, located at the end of a quiet hallway.
As she entered the room, she noticed a few students already seated. They all looked serious and slightly pale. Putri chose a seat in the middle row, feeling that something was odd about the atmosphere in the room.
Not long after, the professor walked in. The room's atmosphere immediately turned cold. The professor began lecturing on history and philosophy. As the class progressed, Putri felt the strangeness intensify, though she tried her best to stay focused on the lesson.
In the middle of the lecture, Putri felt as though someone was watching her. She glanced around the room and noticed the other students staring at her with blank and icy expressions.
Feeling uneasy, Putri whispered to the girl sitting next to her, "Do you feel like there's something strange here too?"
The girl slowly turned to her. Her face was pale, and her eyes were empty. "You don't know, do you? Everyone here is a spirit of students who never graduated. They're trapped here forever," she replied in a raspy voice.
A chill ran down Putri's spine. She quickly gathered her belongings and rushed out of the room. As she ran down the corridor, she heard footsteps behind her, growing faster and louder. Putri didn't dare to look back and kept running until she exited the building.
Outside, she came across the campus security guard. Out of breath, she explained what had just happened. The guard gave a faint smile and said, "You're not the first to experience this. That building has been abandoned for a long time because of chilling stories about students who could never leave the campus."
Putri decided never to return to that building again. She even chose to transfer to another university. However, the story of the night class and the ghostly students remained etched in her memory, becoming the most terrifying experience of her life.
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