Where is he?"

"

It was 2004. I was a freshman at university and living in a student dorm. A girl named Yulia and I shared a room. She was quiet and calm. I wouldn't say we became good friends, but we didn't fight either. Basically, we coexisted peacefully, but we hung out in different groups.

One evening, Yulia told me she was going to sleep in the next room with a friend, so I was left alone in the room. I should note that nothing mystical had happened in the room before that night.

That evening, I played a little on my phone, locked the door from the inside, read a little, and since I had nothing else to do, I decided to go to bed early.

I fell asleep quickly, but around two in the morning, I was awakened by a strange rustling sound. Opening my eyes, I saw a short, dark-haired girl enter the room. I thought it was my roommate returning, but the girl headed toward my bed. When she came closer, I saw that her left cheek was heavily covered in pimples. She came up to me and started rummaging around under my pillow. I heard her voice—she kept asking the same question:

"Where is he? Well, where is he?"

Still confused, I wanted to ask what she was looking for, but my tongue wouldn't obey me. I couldn't move my arm or leg—and I was terrified. I finally managed to push the intruder away, but the worst part was that my hands landed in empty space, and the vision immediately vanished. I jumped up to the bed and went to the door—it was locked.

The next morning, I asked Yulia if she had come into the room. She said no.

When I told my dorm friends about this incident, they told me that a few years ago a student had hanged herself in that very room. My description of her appearance matched that girl's perfectly, down to the hair and the pimples on her cheek. I was afraid to sleep for several nights, but after that incident, the girl never appeared. What the ghost was looking for then remained a mystery to me.