Zhang Xiaoxuan curled up in the corner of the bed, hugging her knees, trying to diminish her presence.

Xiao Xiao tightly gripped the ladder, as if it could provide her with a great sense of security.

Cao Yan and Li Qing also had unpleasant expressions on their faces. They turned pale, and their teeth were chattering.

Outside the room, there was a banging sound of someone kicking the door, but the atmosphere inside was eerily quiet and frightening. I could even hear Zhang Xiaoxuan's heartbeat, like a drum.

Finally, the door, unable to bear the pressure, was broken.

Entering was the female teacher from the chemistry class, who was possessed by a terrifying spirit. The pungent smell of cheap perfume made me squint. Her curly hair was disheveled, unlike how it looked in class, and her eyes had a hint of madness.

She took off the iron rod from the mop in the corner, turning it into a weapon, and started attacking the five girls in the room.

The iron rod struck my lower back, and I fell to the ground, unable to get up due to the intense pain.

For a moment, there was a chaotic mix of women crying, cursing, and begging for mercy. I heard Zhang Xiaoxuan's cries the loudest; she received the most beatings. Xiao Xiao sobbed quietly, her voice barely audible.

I saw Zhang Xiaoxuan push the female teacher away and run toward the door, but she was grabbed by her hair and kicked back into the dormitory.

Suddenly, the sound of the women crying stopped.

Everything became quiet. I crawled on the ground, slowly propping myself up, swaying as I stood and looked towards Zhang Xiaoxuan.

The girl widened her eyes, filled with defiance and fear. Tears were still fresh in the corners of her eyes, her lips trembled slightly, and the pleading words she had just spoken were still echoing in my ears. Blood flowed down from the top of her head, and her entire body was pinned to the bed. I knew it was a nail. Yesterday, the girls had used it as a hook to hang wet clothes.