MY FIRST TIME IN THE UNIVERSITY OF EDINBURGH

As I stepped off the train at Edinburgh Waverley station, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. I was finally starting my first year at the University of Edinburgh, one of the oldest and most prestigious universities in the UK.

I made my way to my dorm, a beautiful old building with stone walls and stained glass windows. As I was unpacking, I met my roommate, Dominique, a friendly and outgoing boy from England.

As we were chatting, I noticed a strange symbol etched into the wall. It looked like a cross with curved edges, and it seemed to be...pulsing, like it was alive.

Dominique noticed my fascination with the symbol and frowned. "Don't mind that," he said. "It's just an old prank from the previous students."

But I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. As the night fell, I began to hear strange noises - creaks and groans that sounded like footsteps.

I tried to convince myself that it was just the old building settling, but deep down, I knew that something was amiss.

The next day, I met my lecturer, Mr. Daniel, a kind and knowledgeable man with a passion for Scottish history.

But as he began to lecture, I noticed a ghostly figure lurking in the shadows. It was a woman with a white dress and a mournful expression.

I rubbed my eyes, thinking it was just fatigue, but when I opened them again, the woman was still there.

The days went by, I encountered more and more paranormal entities. There was the Ghost of McTavish, a malevolent spirit who haunted the university's library.

There was also Blessing, a mysterious student who seemed to be hiding secrets of her own.

And then, there was Mr. Stevens, the janitor, who seemed to know more than he was letting on.

One night, as I was studying in the library, I saw Benjamin, my classmate, walking towards me. But as he approached, I realized that it wasn't Benjamin at all. It was the Ghost of McTavish.

I tried to run, but my feet felt heavy, as if they were rooted to the spot. The ghost began to laugh, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down my spine.

Suddenly, the lights in the library flickered and went out. I was plunged into darkness, surrounded by the oppressive silence of the library.

As I stumbled through the darkness, desperate to escape, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was cold and clammy, and it seemed to be pulling me back.

I tried to shake it off, but it only gripped tighter. I was trapped.

And then, I heard the voice. It was low and menacing, and it seemed to be coming from all around me.

"Welcome to the University of Edinburgh," it said. "You'll never leave."

As the voice faded away, the lights flickered back to life. I was standing in the middle of the library, surrounded by the silent rows of books.

But I was not alone. The Ghost of McTavish was standing right behind me, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light.

I tried to scream, but my voice was frozen in my throat. The ghost began to laugh again, and I felt myself being pulled back into the darkness.

And then, everything went black in the eyes.

As I emerged from the darkness, I found myself back in my dorm room, Dominique shaking me awake.

"Lilweyni, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice trembling with concern.

I sat up, rubbing my temples. "I...I don't know," I said. "I had the weirdest dream."

But as I looked around the room, I realised that it wasn't just a dream. The symbol on the wall was still there, pulsing with an otherworldly energy.

And then, I saw it. A piece of paper on my desk, with a message scrawled in red ink.

"Meet me in the library at midnight," it read. "Come alone."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realised that the message was from Fynn Blessing, the mysterious student.

As the clock struck midnight, I made my way to the library, my heart pounding in my chest. The building was deserted, the only sound the creaking of the old wooden shelves.

As I walked through the stacks, I felt a presence watching me. I turned to see Fynn standing behind me, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity.

"Welcome, Lilweyni," she said, her voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for you."

As she spoke, the lights in the library began to flicker, and I felt a strange energy building up inside me.

It was as if I was being drawn into a world of darkness and shadow, a world that was both terrifying and alluring.

Fynn reached out and took my hand, her touch sending shivers down my spine.

"Come with me," she said, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "And I'll show you the secrets of the University of Edinburgh."

As I followed her, I felt myself being pulled deeper into the heart of the university's darkness. It was a journey that was both terrifying and exhilarating, a journey that would change me forever.

I followed Fynn through the winding corridors of the library, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being led deeper into the heart of madness. The air grew thick with an eerie, unsettling energy, and I could feel the weight of the university's dark history bearing down upon me.

We eventually arrived at a door hidden behind a tattered tapestry. The door was old and rusted, with intricate carvings of strange symbols and murals depicting twisted, nightmarish scenes.

Fynn produced a small, ornate key and unlocked the door, revealing a narrow stairway that plunged into darkness. The air emanating from the stairway was icy cold and reeked of decay and rot.

"Come," Fynn whispered, her voice like a rusty gate. "Let me show you the secrets of the University of Edinburgh."

I hesitated, my heart racing with fear. But Fynn's grip on my hand was like a vice, and she pulled me down the stairway, into the very depths of the university's darkness.

As we descended, the air grew colder and the shadows seemed to twist and writhe around us. I could feel the presence of unseen entities lurking just out of sight, watching us with cold, calculating eyes.

We eventually arrived at a vast, cavernous space deep beneath the university. The room was filled with strange, arcane artifacts and relics, each one emitting a faint, otherworldly glow.

Fynn led me to the center of the room, where a large, ornate mirror hung on the wall. The mirror seemed to be reflecting an image that wasn't quite...right.

As I gazed into the mirror, I felt a creeping sense of dread. The reflection staring back at me wasn't my own. It was the face of the Ghost of McTavish, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light.

I tried to scream, but my voice was frozen in my throat. Fynn's grip on my hand tightened, and I felt myself being pulled closer to the mirror, closer to the abyss of madness that lurked beyond.

And then, everything went black.

When I came to, I was lying on the floor of the library, my head throbbing with a dull ache. The room was deserted, the only sound the creaking of the old wooden shelves.

But as I stumbled to my feet, I knew that I was not alone. The university's darkness was still with me, watching me, waiting for me to make my next move.

And I knew that I would never be able to escape its grasp.

As I stumbled through the library, desperate to escape the clutches of the university's darkness, I heard the sound of footsteps echoing through the corridors. They were heavy, deliberate footsteps, and they seemed to be coming from the direction of the security office.

Suddenly, Mr. Sonnie, the security guard, appeared in front of me, his face stern and unyielding.

"Lilweyni Walkers, I've been looking for you," he said, his voice firm. "You've been reported missing, and I've been tasked with finding you."

I tried to explain, but my words were cut short by the arrival of Professor Mac, the head of the paranormal department.

"Ah, Lilweyni, I see you're having a bit of a rough time," he said, his eyes twinkling with a knowing glint. "But don't worry, I'm here to help."

As he spoke, the Ghost of McTavish appeared behind him, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. I tried to scream, but my voice was frozen in my throat.

Fynn Blessing appeared at my side, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity.

"Don't worry, Lilweyni," she said, her voice low and husky. "I'll take care of you."

As she spoke, Mr. Daniel Walker, my lecturer, appeared in front of us, his face pale and worried.

"Lilweyni, what's going on?" he asked, his voice trembling with concern. "I've been looking all over for you."

Dominique Elantra, my roommate, appeared at my side, his eyes wide with fear.

"Lilweyni, what's happening?" he asked, his voice shaking. "I've been having the weirdest dreams."

As we stood there, surrounded by the darkness of the university, I knew that I was trapped in a living nightmare. And I knew that I would never be able to escape its grasp.

The Ghost of McTavish began to laugh, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down my spine. And as I looked into its eyes, I knew that I was doomed.

The darkness closed in around me, a suffocating shroud of terror and despair. And I knew that I would never be able to escape its grasp.

Everything went black.

When I came to, I was lying in my dorm room bed, Dominique shaking me awake.

"Lilweyni, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice trembling with concern.

I sat up, rubbing my temples. "I...I don't know," I said. "I had the weirdest dream."

But as I looked around the room, I knew that it wasn't just a dream. The symbol on the wall was still there, pulsing with an otherworldly energy.

And I knew that I was not alone. The university's darkness was still with me, watching me, waiting for me to make my next move.

And I knew that I would never be able to escape its grasp.

Lilweyni Walkers told them all that had happened to him in the weirdest dream.