Sophia99

It isn’t October yet, but the horror stories have already begun.

I left my dorm that morning in good spirits, ready for class. The hallway was quiet, almost too quiet, and the air felt heavier than usual, thick, damp, like the building itself was holding its breath.

That’s when I saw it.

At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. A used condom, sprawled in the center of the hallway like some cursed offering, its pale rubber glistening faintly in the dim light.

I froze. My throat tightened.
It shouldn’t have been there, things like that belonged in trash cans, not exposed like some grotesque warning.

But as I stared, a strange feeling crept over me.
The hallway seemed to close in, the buzzing of the fluorescent lights louder, almost like whispering. The condom wasn’t just trash. It felt… intentional.

I forced myself to move, rushing past it, but the image burned itself into my mind like a brand.
And then came the worst thought: if this is here… what else is waiting in the shadows?

Hours later, when I returned from class, that thing was still there.
Exactly where I’d first seen it.
Untouched.
Unmoving.

By nightfall, I passed by again. The air smelled metallic now, like old blood.
The condom lay there like a penitent soul, trapped between worlds, a silent sentinel watching me.

But this time, I swear…
I heard it whisper my name.