Dimensional Hotel No Chapter 3: The Locked Room

Yu Sheng’s head felt heavy and muddled as if a thick fog had settled inside his mind. The distant hum of traffic on the main road drifted in and out, like a dream slipping away the mont you tried to grasp it.

He wandered in this half-dazed state for what felt like ages before his thoughts began to clear. Slowly, he ca to a stop and turned to glance back at the path he’d been walking.

Night had fallen. The streetlights now shone brightly along the road, casting a warm, yellowish glow. He found himself on a narrow street close to ho, surrounded by old, weathered apartnt buildings. They stood like silent sentinels in the dark, their aging walls looming over him. Yet, the soft light spilling out from small, makeshift shops on the ground floor—hos turned into businesses—offered a strange comfort, gently easing the cold feeling gnawing at his chest.

Cold?

Suddenly, Yu Sheng shivered as he felt an icy chill seep into his lungs, like frozen blades piercing through his skin. His mind flashed back to those cold, slippery eyes—the eyes of the frog.

He gasped, his breath caught in his throat, as panic crept in. It took several seconds before he could rember how to breathe. When he finally managed to, he pressed his hand to his chest.

For a brief, terrifying mont, he imagined a hole where his heart should be like his chest had been hollowed out. His heart, once a warm, beating thing, now seed cold and lifeless, as if it had been snatched away. But then, as he stood there, he heard it—thump, thump. His heartbeat was louder and clearer than ever before. He was alive. He hadn’t been killed by that monstrous frog after all.

But the mories—wild and scattered—ca flooding back, unstoppable like a raging river. Yu Sheng rembered the rain, the strange door painted on the wall, and the giant frog. He tried to push the thoughts away, to convince himself it had all been so twisted dream. But the harder he tried, the clearer and sharper the mories beca.

He had died once. And yet, here he was, walking toward ho—only two intersections away.

Of all the strange things that had happened to him since arriving in this unsettling city, this was by far the most bizarre.

It was then that he realized people were staring at him. His strange behavior had drawn the attention of passersby. One person seed to hesitate as though considering whether to check on him. Quickly, Yu Sheng waved them off, avoiding any more awkward looks. He picked up his pace, eager to leave before anyone else took notice.

Standing in the street wasn’t going to help him figure out whatever had happened to him.

He moved faster, darting through the narrow lanes and leaving the old neighborhood behind. Soon, he found himself in a quieter part of the city, where even the streetlights seed dimr. The bustling life of the streets disappeared, and the cold, eerie silence wrapped around him once more. Pedestrians thinned out until he was left alone with the empty streetlights.

Eventually, there it was—his ho. The old mansion stood alone in the darkness, distant from the surrounding buildings, as if it didn’t quite belong.

It was a large but unimpressive house, three stories tall, with peeling paint and a roof that sagged slightly. The doors and windows, though old, were well-kept and clean. The place looked like one of those self-built houses people had hurriedly thrown together years ago before strict regulations had taken hold. It was a relic, left behind in the shadows of the city’s rapid developnt.

Yu Sheng didn’t fully understand the city’s planning. After all, he’d only been in this strange place for two months. And for much of that ti, he’d kept a low profile, staying indoors and only now beginning to get used to his new life. But one thing was certain.

This old house—odd as it was—felt like the only safe place in the entire city. Here, within its walls, he hadn’t encountered the strange shadows that seed to follow him everywhere else.

Still, the house held its own mysteries.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Sheng tightened his grip on the supermarket bag he was holding. He walked through the pale glow of the streetlamp and approached the front door, fumbling for his key in the process.

The old door creaked as it swung open. Yu Sheng stepped inside and flicked on the lights. The house was nothing like the ho he rembered, yet the mont the light filled the room, he felt a strange sense of peace, as though he was truly safe.

He turned and closed the door behind him, shutting out the cold night outside.

Without thinking much, he tossed the groceries onto the shelf near the kitchen door and headed straight for the bathroom mirror. His mind raced with the mories, too vivid to ignore, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease creeping up his spine.

With a quick, nervous motion, he yanked open his shirt, revealing his chest.

There were no wounds. No blood. No sign that he had died.

Yu Sheng frowned, checking his clothes for any sign of a tear. His hand moved instinctively to his chest, pressing the spot where, in his mory, that monstrous frog had ripped out his heart. He let out a sigh of relief when he found no gaping wound. His heart was still there, beating steadily under his palm.

“Sothing’s not right…” he muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper.

He moved out of the bathroom, still lost in thought. Behind him, the mirror above the sink silently splintered into a web of cracks—only to nd itself in an instant, leaving no trace of its damage.

Back in the living room, Yu Sheng sank into the sofa, trying to untangle his chaotic thoughts. How long had he been here? How long had it been since he’d arrived in this strange, unsettling place? His mind, exhausted and heavy, began to drift. Sleep crept over him, slowly at first, then all at once.

It wasn’t a restful sleep. A deep haze lingered in his mind until a loud thud exploded in his head, like the strike of a shovel against a stone right above him. The sound jolted him awake.

Yu Sheng blinked, his eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness that had overtaken the room. The living room lights had gone out at so point. But he rembered leaving them on—he was sure of it.

Panic flared in his chest. Instinctively, he reached for the extendable baton beside him—the very first thing he’d gotten his hands on when he’d arrived in this creepy city. It hadn’t been of much use yet, but just holding it made him feel a little safer. He stood up cautiously, every sense heightened, alert to the slightest noise.

In a place this remote, a break-in wasn’t impossible. In fact, he almost hoped it was just a burglar. A thief he could deal with—a ter-tall frog, on the other hand, not so much.

But the room was silent. There were no signs of forced entry. No creaks of floorboards, no rustle of movent.

And—thankfully—no frogs.

Yu Sheng crouched low, using the dim light from the streetlamp outside to scan the room. Everything looked as it had before. Slowly, he made his way to the wall switch and flicked the lights back on.

The sudden brightness flooded the living room, and his eyes quickly adjusted. But even with the lights on, sothing still felt off—though he couldn’t quite place what it was.

Gripping his baton, he hunched slightly, moving through the house cautiously. He checked every corner of the ground floor: the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, and the unused spare room. Everything seed normal.

He hesitated at the foot of the stairs leading to the second floor. Then, steeling himself, he began to climb.

The second floor had three rooms: his bedroom, a storage room filled with random clutter, and the locked room at the end of the corridor.

That locked room had been a mystery from the day he moved in. No matter how much he searched, he had never found the key.

He checked his bedroom first—nothing out of place. The storage room was the sa, cluttered but undisturbed.

Finally, he approached the locked door.

As usual, it was firmly shut.

Yu Sheng had tried everything to get inside: power drills, handheld electric saws, even a crowbar. None of it worked. The seemingly fragile wooden door remained unscathed as if mocking his attempts. The tools would throw off sparks and wear down, but the door? Not a single scratch.

Desperate, he had even called in professional help. Three locksmiths, to be exact. The first two never even made it to the house, getting lost in the maze of old-town streets. The third one, well, he’d been hit by a motorcycle just after turning onto Sycamore Road. He’d only been released from the hospital last week.

It was as if sothing was actively preventing him from unlocking this room in his own house.

His hand closed around the doorknob, and, as expected, it didn’t budge.

Everything seed the sa. Locked. Impenetrable.

But just as he was about to let go, he thought he heard sothing—a faint giggle. So soft it could’ve been the wind, but no… it sounded like a young woman’s laugh, barely audible but filled with amusent like she was mocking him.

Yu Sheng’s blood ran cold, his heart pounding in his chest.

He stepped back, his pulse thundering in his ears. Soone… or sothing was in there. Soone had been inside the entire ti.

But how could they still be alive? How hadn’t they starved?