The Mystery of Room 000

That day, we were on vacation in Pandaan. Pandaan had fresh air, free from pollution, at that time. I was sitting in a three-row car, gazing out the window. Of course, with my two older sisters and one younger sister. I even opened my car window, enjoying the oxygen. In Jakarta, the air is full of pollution and crowded with people. Finally, on that holiday, we went to the fresh and green city I had always dreamed of. We were on our way to the hotel first, to check in. After checking in and getting room 306, we immediately entered and opened the window. My siblings and I raced to the window to enjoy the view and the cold air, something I never got in Jakarta. Then we started sightseeing, from mountains and hills to culinary tours, and of course, we always looked for open spaces. We came back very late at night, until we were too tired to shower and just collapsed on the bed. But the eldest sister, Rena, wasn’t sleepy and was excited to tell horror stories. Immediately, I hugged my second sister, Manda, out of fear. The youngest sibling, Mina, even laughed at me, Fela, who was shivering in fright. Even so, we all managed to sleep. Except me. I kept trying to sleep until I heard the phone ringing. I hesitated, wondering who would call so late at night. I picked it up, trembling, while hearing silence. Quiet. Then I thought it was just a prank call and tried to sleep again. However, the phone didn’t stop ringing, disturbing my sleep. Every time I picked it up, there was only silence. It haunted my night. Finally, I turned on the light, and suddenly, all my family disappeared, like shadows erased. I froze in fear on the bed, paralyzed. Yet my feet moved closer to the phone, forcing me to pick it up. This time, it wasn’t silence—it spoke: “This is all your fault.” My face turned pale. Only one thought consumed me: I had to get out of this room. I ran to the door, but it was jammed. I didn’t care—I tried to break it down. But behind every door was another door, endless, as if I was trapped in a corridor with no escape. Then I noticed something that made my blood run cold. The room number was no longer 306. It was 000. Goosebumps rose across my skin. I approached the phone again, trembling, and picked it up. The same voice echoed: “This is all your fault.” Suddenly, the room transformed into something abandoned. The glass cracked, the floor covered in dust. Shocked, I realized the phone was still ringing, repeating the same words: “This is all your fault.” My hands were suddenly drenched in blood, clutching a knife, while a corpse lay beside me. Horrified, I ran to the door, broke it open—and instead of endless doors, there was a cliff. I fell into the abyss. Then I woke up. But I knew this wasn’t a dream. I had only just escaped. My family was still gone, and the room was still numbered 000. I rushed back to room 306. After the vacation ended, I searched for that room. No hotel staff had ever heard of room 000. I had to investigate on my own. Today, I finally understand why it haunts me. I am the reincarnation of the murderer who once killed that ghost. And now, before I vanish from this world completely, I tell you this story. Help me in the next life, because this murder will not be the last. “Is that how it happened?” asked Camy. “It’s… truly terrifying,” whispered Fani. They both went home after school. But as Camy walked, she felt something following her—an unseen presence, a spirit lingering in the shadows. “HAHAHAHA!”