THE LAST ROOM!

Zara became a curious university student, constantly chasing after the unknown. When her professor stated a long-deserted lodge at the outskirts of town, she felt an ordinary pull. The area became referred to as The Hollow Inn, which closed down after a sequence of mysterious disappearances a long time ago. Local legends said Room 313—the room no person entered and lived to tell.

Zara, fueled via means of a mixture of thrill and doubt, determined to discover it for her horror vlog. She added alongside her camera, a flashlight, and her skeptical high-quality friend, Amir. The train arrived at sunset. The constructing stood like a corpse—damaged home windows, ivy-protected walls, and an air so nevertheless it appeared frozen in time.

Inside, the air became thick and bloodless. Each step they took echoed through the halls. The wallpaper peeled like dropping skin, and furnishings lay in ruin. Yet, Zara smiled hugely at the camera. “Welcome to the Hollow Inn,” she whispered. “Let`s discover what`s at the back of Room 313.”

They handed via means of room after room—maximum damaged, a few oddly intact. Then, down the long way stop of the 1/3 floor, they discovered it. Room 313.

The door became sealed with iron chains and rusted nails. “Someone simply didn`t need this opened,” Amir muttered.

Zara took out a bolt cutter. “Or they simply didn`t need some thing coming out.”

With each snap of the chain, the hallway appeared to darken. As she eliminated the final lock, an unexpected bloodless wind whooshed past, even though no home windows had been open. They hesitated. Then she became the knob.

Inside became natural black.

Her flashlight flickered the instant they stepped in. The air became less warm than outside. But the room became... pristine. Unlike the relaxation of the lodge, Room 313 appeared untouched. The mattress became made. The curtains are clean. Even a fragrance lingered—lavender and... something metallic. “I don`t like this,” Amir said. “Let`s go.”

But Zara became filming everything. “It`s like time stopped here.”

Then the door slammed close at the back of them.

Click.

Locked.

They became panic beginning to rise. “It`s okay,” Zara whispered. “We`ll get out. Let`s simply maintain calm.”

Then they heard it.

Tap...Tap...Tap.

A soft sound like bare feet running along wooden floorboards.

However, there was carpet on the floor.

Amir illuminated the flashlight in all directions. "Who's there?!"

Suddenly, the light flickered again. At this moment, they saw them. Woman in an old-fashioned red dress standing against the other end of the room near the mirror. And when the light returned, she was gone. Amir ran to the door and attracted it. "We have to go now."

But Zara filmed despite the shaking.

After that, the room began to change.

The untouched bed began to rot. The walls were peeling off right in front of me. The perfume has turned into a bloody smell. and in the mirror - they saw them again. But this time, she faced them. Her face is hollow. The skin is thin like wax. The eyes are rounded black. And her smile - it's too far to become a human.

"I think we are dreaming," Zara whispered.

The red woman began moving in the mirror, but not in real life.

"It's in the mirror..." Amir said.

Zara Closer.

The mirror is broken.

Amir cried.

The woman came out of the frame.

No sound. There are no steps. Fair movement.

They shuddered towards the horns.

But then the woman... continued her break.

She saw Zara.

"You opened the door," she whispered. "Now you have to take my place."

Zara grabbed the air, but the woman collapsed before she could scream.

Cut into black.

Tomorrow is here.

Police received an anonymous call from Hollowin about screaming. When they arrived, they found the place sealed.  they arrived, they found the place sealed.

However, room 313 ... was wide open.

Inside, Amir crowned the corners, open eyes but not smooth, lips whispered: There was only one camera on the floor. They performed film material.

Everything seemed normal to the end. The moment the mirror broke, the screen became static. Then, shortly before it was over, Zara's face appeared in the mirror - quietly crowned, struck from the inside.

She got caught up in the mirror.

Two years later, Hollowin was demolished.

All but one object restored by a cursed antique collector and brought into the warehouse.

Mirror.

Center.

Sometimes people say they see a girl inside and beg.

But those who try...

They never woke up.