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Golden light sliced through the black sea of blood like a blade, and the dimension of Room 404 began to frantically disintegrate and collapse. Innumerable vengeful spirits dissolved in the light, emitting screams of release or agony. At the same time, a drastic change occurred in the real world. The supercomputers of twenty research institutions worldwide exploded in unison, turning into fireballs, unable to withstand the massive energy outburst. Countless victim souls, originally trapped in the crevices of the walls, turned into specks of white light, pierced through the walls, and flew into the night sky. The source of fear was severed. My consciousness ascended and diluted continuously within the golden light. I felt myself forgetting many things, forgetting the terrifying wall, the rotten landlord, even my own name. I only remembered my mother's last gentle smile and the warm red string on my wrist. "Subject 07 vital signs lost, brainwave activity ceased... No, wait! Heartbeat restored!" At the edge of my blurry consciousness, I heard the scientists' exclamations again, but this time, their voices were not cold, but filled with the terror and joy of having survived. When I opened my eyes again, the dazzling white light before me dissipated. I found myself lying on a hospital bed in an ordinary hospital, with warm sunlight spilling onto my face.

The woman lowered her head and slowly walked to the refrigerated display case in the farthest corner of the store. She picked out a drink and then headed to the counter to pay. Without much thought, A-Jie scanned the barcode as usual, took the money, and gave the change. The woman's hand was ice-cold. After taking the change, she turned and walked out of the store. Once the woman was gone, A-Jie prepared to tally the accounts for the past hour. When he pulled up the shift records on the cash register, the counting system displayed: "Current Customers: 9". A-Jie froze for a moment because he was certain that including the woman in the raincoat just now, he had served a total of 10 customers tonight. Thinking the system was malfunctioning, he replayed the footage from the store's surveillance cameras. The video showed the automatic door opening by itself at three in the morning, and A-Jie greeting the air, scanning barcodes at the air, and even handing change to the air... It was then that A-Jie noticed something amiss in the surveillance footage: although the counter was empty, the sensor-activated hand sanitizer dispenser in front of the register suddenly dispensed soap right where the woman had been standing...

A-Jie is a night shift clerk at a convenience store located halfway up a mountain on the outskirts of town. After 2 AM, the area is almost deserted. One night, around 3 AM, the automatic door of the store suddenly chimed open. A-Jie looked up to see a woman in a yellow raincoat enter. Strangely, it was a bright, clear day outside. The woman, keeping her head down, slowly walked to the refrigerated display at the farthest corner of the store, picked out a bottle of drink, and then proceeded to the counter to pay. A-Jie, without thinking much of it, scanned the barcode, took the money, and gave her the change as usual. The woman's hand was ice-cold. After receiving the change, she turned and walked out of the store.

※The following is retold in the first person, based on the circulating version. One holiday morning, after waking up, I pulled open the curtains to let the sunlight into my room. Stuck to the outside of the window was a child's face. His complexion was terrible, and he just stared straight at me, unmoving. I was so startled that I immediately buried my face in the bed. After a while, I cautiously looked back towards the window, and the child was already gone. Several weeks later, I was staying at a hotel in another city. I pulled open the curtains—— It was that child again. But this time, he was cheerfully hopping around outside the window. Since then, I occasionally see him outside windows in different places. Sometimes he's sleeping, sometimes jumping, and sometimes even making faces at me. Gradually, I stopped being scared. I realized he seemed to only appear outside 'windows with curtains,' so I gave him a name: "カーテン坊や (Curtain Boy)" So far, I've seen him in Aichi, Shizuoka, and Fukui. If one day you pull open your curtains and see this child—— Please look at him gently. ※This story can currently be found on Japanese compilation sites that collect 2ch creepypastas. However, the original thread, year, and post number are not indicated, and I haven't been able to trace the original post yet, so I can only confirm that it circulates in the form of a 2ch creepypasta.

The moment my fingers were about to touch the baby, the black sea of blood below suddenly went into a frenzy, transforming into countless giant tentacles. These tentacles were composed of thousands of faces screaming in agony, and they hysterically roared, tightly entangling me and my mother. Room 404's collective consciousness sensed the crisis of destruction and began its final, mad counterattack. "We can't let them merge!" "Stay here! Rot with us!" Deafening curses exploded throughout the entire dimension. The black blood instantly flooded the crib, and the warm white light began to shake violently, shattering inch by inch. My mother's faint, luminous body became increasingly transparent under the gnawing of countless evil spirits, but she still used her last strength to push me firmly towards the baby. "Go!" My mother's final cry. Half of my body had already been re-assimilated by the black resentment, and the intense tearing sensation felt like my soul was burning away. I watched my mother completely dissipate into the darkness, and the grief and rage in my heart transformed into a violent power. Gritting my teeth, I desperately reached out with my right hand, the only one still in human form, and fiercely grabbed the red lucky string tied to the baby's wrist. "BOOM!" An indescribable golden radiance erupted from our clasped hands, raging like a supernova explosion.

The white-clad woman's hands pierced through the layers of dark shadows enveloping me. That warm touch melted away my resentment like thawing ice and snow, purifying it rapidly. Innumerable demons within me vanished amidst screams, and my distorted, blood-stained face began to regain its original human form. "Are you... Mom?" I asked, my voice trembling. Hot tears unexpectedly streamed from my eyes. Deep within my brain, the true memory that had been completely erased finally resurfaced. Forty years ago, this building wasn't an underground clinic, but an ordinary residence. My mother gave birth to me here, but then the people from the clinic forcibly took over, brutally murdered my mother, and sealed her within the walls. Before she died, my mother, with her final obsession and maternal love, created a small barrier deep within Room 404, preserving the purest initial state of my soul. This is why I was chosen when I moved into this apartment. It wasn't a coincidence; it was destiny. "Child, end all this. Don't let fear continue to consume you, nor let this place ruin the world." My mother's voice was filled with endless sorrow. She took my hand and led me towards the crib where an infant lay. If I merge with my original self, the core of Room 404 will completely collapse. But this also means I will turn to ashes along with all the vengeful spirits here. Board: Novel Serializations, Image Sharing Follow the board for continuous updates, every night at 20:00 and 00:00

It's been three months since I moved into this old apartment. Every night at precisely 11:53 PM, a faint, muffled crying sound comes from the closet. When I open it, there's nothing inside but a damp, musty smell. I close the door, and the crying starts again. The landlord said the previous tenant heard it too, but he claimed it wasn't crying. "Then what was it?" I asked. The landlord was silent for a long time. "He said... it was someone in the closet imitating his crying." I learned to do the same. If I cried along, louder than it did, it would stop. The more I sounded like myself, the quieter it became. A few times, I deliberately didn't cry, and it would cry until dawn, until fluid seeped from my ears. So, I had to keep crying. Eventually, I couldn't tell if the sound was coming from the closet or my own throat. Last night, the crying stopped. Instead, there were three knocks from inside the closet. The door creaked open a sliver from the inside, revealing only pitch blackness. A voice emerged from that darkness, my voice, but with a hint of laughter: "You cry so well. Now it's my turn."

As the world descended into chaos, I found myself floating in the center of a vast ocean composed of countless corpses and black blood. This is the end of all fear, the core of Room 404's true form. In this dimension, there is no time, no space, only eternal resentment. However, in this deathly silent black sea, a faint, warm white light suddenly appeared not far ahead. That light seemed utterly discordant amidst the endless resentment. I propelled my massive shadow-like body towards it. When I saw clearly what that light was enveloping, my heart, which had long gone cold and stopped beating, gave a violent twitch. It was an old wooden crib. Inside lay a newborn infant, a striking red lucky string tied to its right wrist. It was the newborn me, clean, pure, untainted by even a shred of fear or resentment. "You've finally come here." A gentle yet incredibly ethereal female voice emanated from beside the crib. A woman in white, radiating a faint glow all over, slowly appeared. She had no face, but her hands were tenderly stroking the infant. When she turned her head towards my deformed shell made of myriad vengeful spirits, the countless spirits within me simultaneously let out terrified screams.

Chapter 6: Signs of Backlash The stone door of the secret chamber was forcibly broken open by a tremendous force, and a gust of wind swept in, scattering the offerings on the altar. The blind Taoist's face changed drastically as he quickly bit his finger to draw suppression runes in the air, but the strange wind headed straight for Shen Tianci. Shen Tianci let out a painful scream. His face, which had just regained some color, instantly turned ashen, and two dark bloodstains flowed from the corners of his eyes. The life-borrowing ritual was forcefully interrupted. A Mu collapsed weakly on the stone bed, his lips turning purple, but his consciousness had miraculously cleared. "What's going on? Why is this happening?!" Old Master Shen frantically grabbed the Taoist's sleeve and roared. The blind Taoist's expression was extremely grim. He pointed at A Mu and said loudly, "This kid is no ordinary orphan! There's a huge problem with his background. His destiny is hiding an extremely powerful malevolent energy. Forcibly borrowing life has angered the vengeful spirit within him!" Before he finished speaking, Shen Tianci suddenly sprang up from the stone bed, clutching his own neck tightly with both hands, letting out a piercing scream. In his daze, A Mu saw a blurry black figure standing behind Shen Tianci. The figure was extending its withered, branch-like hand and fiercely yanking Shen Tianci's soul... To be continued...

Chapter Five: The Miracle Technique of Blood Exchange The altar was set up in a secret chamber in the backyard of the Shen family's residence. The chamber walls were covered with yellow talismans, adorned with complex and sinister patterns drawn in cinnabar. Mu and Shen Tianci were stripped to the waist, bound separately to two stone beds placed three feet apart. The blind Taoist priest chanted incantations, and with a wave of his wooden staff, two transparent soft tubes, as thick as arms, flew out from a small wooden box. Sharp bone needles at both ends of the tubes pierced deeply into the arteries of Mu and Shen Tianci. Crimson blood flowed slowly through the tubes. Mu could clearly feel his life force being drawn out, bit by bit, through his veins. His body temperature plummeted, and he felt as if he had fallen into an eternal ice cave. In contrast, Shen Tianci opposite him grew more and more excited, his skin even taking on a golden sheen. "With the birth date as the guide, flesh and blood as the bridge, let the dying energy flow east, and the living energy come west!" the Taoist priest shouted, spitting a mouthful of blood from his tongue onto the black crystal ball on the altar. Just as the ritual was about to be completed, a violent crashing sound came from the door of the secret chamber, accompanied by chilling wolf howls. The talismans on the stone walls began to burn, one by one…… To be continued in the next chapter……