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《Family Dinner》 Aming attended his cousin's family dinner. His cousin had just married a new sister-in-law, who was from the mountains and was very quiet and gentle. She prepared a table full of home-style dishes. During the meal, the sister-in-law enthusiastically served everyone, but deliberately ignored Fourth Uncle, who was sitting in the corner. Fourth Uncle was eccentric and usually didn't talk much. Today, he kept his head down the entire time, silently shoveling rice from his empty bowl. Aming felt awkward, so he took the serving chopsticks and placed a piece of braised pork into Fourth Uncle's bowl, smiling and saying, "Fourth Uncle, eat more meat." Fourth Uncle's body suddenly trembled. He slowly raised his head and glared at Aming with an extremely terrifying look. His teeth chattered, but he couldn't utter a single word. At this moment, the sister-in-law, who was bringing soup from the kitchen, suddenly came out, patted Aming on the shoulder, and said with a strange smile: "Aming, don't mind him. He died of illness last month. His body has been in the back room all this time, and no one cared. He's just... habitually sitting in his seat now." Aming was about to laugh, thinking the sister-in-law was making a cruel joke, but he noticed that none of the elders at the table were smiling. They all continued to eat with blank expressions, their heads bowed. And the braised pork in Fourth Uncle's bowl, sitting next to him, was visibly turning into a pile of rotting maggots at an alarming rate.

The screen was pitch black, nothing could be seen, only a faint "Hoo... hoo..." breathing sound could be heard. Xiao Yu impatiently shouted into the microphone, "Hello? Who is this? Did you call the wrong number in the middle of the night?" The other party didn't answer, but the breathing suddenly became rapid. At this moment, the other party seemed to have turned on the flash, and the screen lit up slightly. Xiao Yu squinted, looking closely at the screen, trying to make out the scene. A familiar ceiling pattern appeared on the screen, followed by a ceiling light, and then the camera slowly moved down, showing a double bed. Xiao Yu's blood pressure instantly soared, and his heart almost stopped beating—because what was shown on the screen was his own room, and himself lying on the bed, holding the phone with a look of terror. The perspective of the video call was from directly above his headboard, overlooking from a corner of the ceiling...

Xiao Yu habitually placed his phone on the charging dock by his bedside before sleeping, activating 'Do Not Disturb' mode. One night at 2:30 AM, his smartwatch suddenly vibrated violently. Groggily, he opened his eyes and saw a 'FaceTime Video Call' from an unknown number displayed on his watch. Normally, notifications wouldn't come through in this mode, but this call had forcefully broken through the system settings. Feeling strange, Xiao Yu reached for his phone on the bedside table. When he pressed a button, the video call connected. The screen was pitch black, making it impossible to see anything, only a faint sound of 'Hoo... hoo...' breathing could be heard.

A cold blue current instantly surged through my entire body. My brain felt like it was being violently torn apart by sharp blades, and the vivid supernatural memories began to fade rapidly. I writhed in agony on the metal chair, foaming at the mouth, my eyes fixed on the indifferent scientist in the white coat before me. This wasn't a haunted house at all. It was a 'Virtual Reality Experiment' pushing the limits of human fear. "Wait... the core consciousness is resisting, the reset program is being blocked by an unknown file!" Another operator shouted in panic. Inside my mind, the dark shadows and bloody eyes that should have been erased were now like a viral infection, frantically gnawing at the blue data lines. The vengeful spirits of those who died tragically, the rotting landlord, the twisted corpses – they all transformed into black code, flashing wildly across my retinas. Those scientists thought they were simulating fear with technology, but they were wrong. Unknowingly, they had connected via electrical waves to dimensions they shouldn't have touched. The vengeful spirit from Room 404 had already crawled into this laboratory's server through the virtual network. "Cut the power, now!" The scientist in the white coat screamed hysterically. But it was too late. The white lights in the lab flickered violently, instantly turning a ghastly, eerie green. On the white wall behind the researchers, right before everyone's eyes, that familiar sound echoed once more. "Knock, knock." Tags: Novel Series, Image Sharing Updates every night at 20:00 and 00:00

The woman replied in a very light, ethereal voice, "Just go straight... until the first traffic light after the tunnel entrance." Old Zhang nodded and stepped on the gas. The dim yellow lights inside the tunnel flickered into the car one by one. Old Zhang tried to make small talk, "It's dangerous for a girl to be alone in a tunnel this late at night, you shouldn't walk alone anymore..." There was no response from the back seat. Feeling a bit awkward, Old Zhang glanced at the rearview mirror again. As he did, he almost slammed on the brakes in shock—the back seat was completely empty. There was no one there. Cold sweat poured down Old Zhang's face, thinking he had encountered a ghost. But what was even more terrifying was when he nervously shifted his gaze back to the windshield ahead, he saw the woman in the white dress now lying entirely on the car's hood, her face pressed against the windshield, giving him a creepy smile.

Taxi driver Lao Zhang had been driving at night for over a decade. This particular night, at 3 AM, after dropping off his last passenger, he was heading home through Taipei's famous 'Xinhai Tunnel'. Just as he entered the tunnel, he saw a young woman in a white dress standing by the roadside, her hand slightly raised, hailing a cab. He'd heard many rumors about this tunnel, but she looked normal enough, and it was a girl alone late at night, so Lao Zhang slowed down and pulled over. The woman silently got into the car and sat in the back seat. Lao Zhang glanced at her in the rearview mirror and noticed her face was very pale, and she kept her head down without speaking. Lao Zhang asked, "Miss, where are you headed?" The woman replied in a very soft, ethereal voice, "Please go straight... just to the first traffic light after you exit the tunnel."

A black shadow swept over like a tsunami, swallowing me and the terrified 'me' on the ground into endless nothingness. The intense pain instantly shattered my consciousness, and countless memory fragments that didn't belong to me exploded like a slideshow in my brain. I saw the past of this apartment building. Forty years ago, this place was an illegally operated private underground clinic. Innumerable innocent lives were brutally dismembered here, and their remains were all sealed into this wall with cement by a unscrupulous doctor. This is the origin of Room 404. It is the collective consciousness of all vengeful spirits, a living hell that constantly feeds. The landlord was an accomplice back then, which is why he's forever trapped here as a guide after his death. And I, along with countless tenants who once lived in Room 403, are merely periodic sacrifices to this hell. 'Wake up... Wake up now...' A cold, emotionless system prompt suddenly rang out amidst the pain. When I opened my eyes again, the darkness around me had vanished. To my horror, I found myself sitting in a white, high-tech room, with numerous blue-glowing electronic wires attached to my head. A researcher in a white coat stood before me, recording data while looking at me coldly. 'Subject 07 sensory experiment failed. Subject has fallen into supernatural hallucination again. Preparing for memory wipe and reset.' He pressed a button. Featured: Novel Series, Beautiful Pictures Updates every night at 20:00 and 00:00

The poster had recently bought a motorcycle and often rode it on a secluded mountain road nearby at night to practice. One night, after midnight, he got tired and wanted to grab a coffee before heading home. He happened to find a lone vending machine along the way. He stopped his bike and got closer, but then he smelled a strong scent of incense. The dispenser slot was dirty, and all the drinks were sold out except for cola. Although it felt a bit gross, he was really thirsty, so he took out 120 yen, ready to put it in. Just then—— The vending machine's lights suddenly started flickering violently. "Bachibachibachibachi!" Loud noises, like someone clapping continuously, kept coming. He was so scared that he immediately rode away. Even after putting some distance between himself and the machine, the sound continued from behind. The next day, he brought a friend and drove back to the spot. The vending machine from yesterday—— Was gone. All that was there was a withered flower, a few empty cans, and some incense sticks stuck in the ground. ※This story can currently be found on Japanese compilation websites that collect 2ch ghost stories, but the original thread, year, and post number are not indicated, and I haven't been able to track down the original post yet. Therefore, I can only confirm that it circulates in the form of a 2ch ghost story.

The 'me' sitting on the floor, startled by my approach, turned deathly pale and scrambled backward frantically, dropping the phone in my hand with a clatter. The faint light from the screen illuminated our faces. Identical features, identical terrified eyes. "Who are you? Don't come any closer!" He screamed hysterically, his voice exactly like mine. I froze in place, a sharp pain throbbing in my head. I looked down at my hands. In the dim light, my skin had taken on a bizarre grayish-blue hue, my nails had become sharp and long at some point, and I could even faintly see black fluid flowing beneath my skin. I wasn't the living person who had escaped in here. I remembered. The real me, on the very first night I moved into this apartment, had been curious enough to knock on that wall and was dragged into the interlayer and eaten by the ghost within. The 'me' standing here now is just a 'substitute' created by Room 404 using my memories and remaining flesh and blood to lure more prey. "No... this is impossible!" I clutched my head in agony, letting out a non-human roar. Just then, the 'real me' sitting on the floor suddenly pointed behind me, letting out a desperate scream. Behind me, the dense bloodshot eyes and gaping mouths had merged into a giant black shadow, lunging at both of us with a sinister grin.

Countless pairs of blood-red eyes opened densely on the ceiling and walls, casting an eerie dark red glow upon the pitch-black, narrow crawlspace. Those eyes were filled with malice and hunger, and below them were deformed mouths, lined with fangs and constantly dripping black saliva. This wasn't a room at all; it was a living prison built from the flesh and blood of countless vengeful spirits. "Newcomer..." "Such a delicious scent..." The mouths simultaneously emitted sharp whispers, the sound surging into my brain like a tide, causing my eardrums to ache. They began to struggle out from within the walls, their dry, twisted arms flailing wildly in the air, trying to grab my clothes and tear apart my flesh. Terrified and losing all reason, I scrambled forward blindly in the cramped crawlspace. I kept bumping into the severed limbs hanging in the air, the cold touch making my scalp crawl. Just then, a faint glow from a phone screen suddenly appeared not far ahead. Behind that light sat a trembling figure. He was frantically typing on his phone. When the figure turned around in terror upon hearing my footsteps, I completely broke down. Because that person was the real me. He was sitting there, unharmed, with a red string tied around his right hand. Board: Novel Serialization, Image Sharing Serializing nightly at 20:00 and 00:00