The next morning, Micah yanked the dorm room open with a reluctant groan, rubbing his sleepy eyes as he stepped out. A familiar figure leaned casually against the opposite wall, arms crossed, gaze steady.
"Hey," Micah said, a little startled. "When did you get here?"
"Just now," Darcy replied, voice hoarse with sleep. For some reason, he had woken up later than usual.
Then the rest of the 306 occupants tumbled out after Micah, not better off. Eyes half open, hair sticking out at every angle like a crew's nest.
"What were you doing last night?" Darcy asked, seeing their state.
"These morons came up with the idea of telling scary stories we'd heard, and the result was none of us could sleep afterwards!" Micah mumbled, rubbing his face.
Darcy chuckled.
"Hey! Don't laugh at us! These guys were nuts! Telling real ghost stories from their hometown!" Emile said. "Look! I even search the news! There were all unresolved cases!"
