The Cursed Room

Chapter 1: Arrival was close to 11pm. The chaotic energy of the city faded, leaving behind the streets of the sky with a faint yellow light. Exhausted from the trip, Rahat entered the "Silver Moon Inn" lobby and dragged his suitcase back.

He approached the reception. At the reception, an older manager sat with tired eyes. requires a single room. Ideally, this room is cursed, upstairs. ” "I'll ignore them," he said. "The room is fine."

Old Lady, her voice whispered now, "Beware...and whatever you do, do not open the door after midnight."

There was a slight discomfort in Rahat's mind, but he released it. He grabbed the key and climbed the weakly illuminated stairs to the third floor.

Chapter 2: First Sign

Room 305 was strangely cold. As soon as Rahat intervened, he felt moisture in the air, as if the room had been sealed for years. The windows were closed, but the heavy curtains fluctuated slightly.

Shrugged his fearful feelings, unleashed his bag and entered the toilet. The mirror was foggy, but there was no hot water. He wiped it off with his hands - and for a moment, he saw the shadow behind him. He turned around. There is nothing. Breaking Paranoia

went back to his bed and scrolled through his phone. When he wanted to relax -

Knock

. knock. knock.

A soft and conscious knock on the door. His heart skipped a blow.

He went and opened the door. The hallway was empty.

"Hello?" He called. Answered only to silence. His stomach was choked when he turned around.

There was a deep impression on the bed - as if someone had just sat there.

Chapter 3: Midnight calls the pulse of

Rahats. Maybe he just imagined things. Maybe he was tired of doing tricks in his head.

He completed the door and checked it out.

The clock was a hit in the middle of the night. The wind remains outside. The curtains were actively rusted. Next -

knock. knock. knock.

But this time it was through the window.

Cold terrorist waves above the Rahat. Slowly, he approached the window. His fingers tremble as he reached for the curtains. He pulled it back -

face. The pale, white eyes of the sky returned, which were degraded to its appearance.

He stumbled, and his breath was caught in his neck.

Suddenly, from the other side of the room - Whisper. "Why are you in my room?"

The door trembled violently. The handle changed as if someone or something was about to break.

Next - depends.

There is no normal laughter. A low, throatless, inhumane laughter.

Rahat ran to the door to open it, but was closed.

Something was in the room with him.

Chapter 4: Forgotten Tragedy

BANG! Bang! Bang!

Someone knocked on the door from outside. "Open!"

Rahat recognized the receptionist's voice. With his power, he pulled the door - it swayed and stumbled into the hallway. The old lady was there, her face was pale. "Du Bist Glücklich", the Arm. "No more, they wouldn't have left this room."

Still snapped for breath, Rahat said, Why was this room cursed?"

The receptionist sighed and rubbed the temple. "Room 305... is a ghost."

The old lady's voice was barely heard. "A man died there... an awful death. "

A guest network representative had checked in in room 305 as part of Imran Malik. He was hanging from the fan on the ceiling, his face turned in a scream. But here it is -

The door was closed from the inside. There were no signs of forced entry. The police ruled it as a suicide. But the staff knew the truth. The guest who spent the night in this room heard a whisper. Some people saw them in the mirror. A few went missing. "We should have sealed this room many years ago," the old lady muttered.

Rahat felt sick. He began to look at the room. The door to 305 had closed itself. Then Knock. knock. knock.

Chapter 5: The Last Night Rahat refused to stay in the hotel for long. However, the receptionist, who seemed deeply concerned, said, "Too late to go. Stay in the lobby. We will turn off the lights."

Reluctant, Rahat agreed. He sat in the lobby with the old lady and manager and drank strong tea to catch up.

But as the night deepened, she overtook a strange drowsiness. His eyelids fell. The voices around him faded. His head sank forward...

then-

big crash.

Rahat woke up. The hotel was quiet. The receptionist and the old lady are gone.

The light flickered.空気は重くて窒息しました。

彼は頭をロビーミラーに向けました。

His reflection was wrong.

彼の口は開いていて、不自然に伸びていました。 His eyes were hollow.

以降、彼の反射 -

ゆっくりとアクセスする手。

ラハットは跳ね返り、心が叩きました。

Then he heard it.

Whisper.

"You've never left Room 305."

Epilogue: Endless Nightmare The next morning, receptionist Rahatt spots his face in a chair in the lobby. His body was cold. CCTV film material showed something horrible -

Just at 12:03pm, Rahat was still asleep, went up and went into room 305.

The

door was closed behind him.

And he never came out.

Stills - His body was found in the lobby.

The actual question is -

Who...or what's back?

(end?)