The Mystery of Room 404 #kidsstories #horrorstories #horror #suspense #cartoon

Room 404 – The Door That Shouldn’t Be There Maya’s family was on a weekend trip, and they checked into an old hilltop hotel called Silverpine Inn. The building was tall, wrapped in ivy, with creaky wooden floors. The man at the front desk gave them a brass key labeled 403. As he handed it over, he paused and said quietly, “By the way... If you notice Room 404, don’t open the door. Officially, there’s no such room.” Maya’s parents chuckled, thinking it was just part of the hotel’s spooky charm. But Maya felt a small chill. That night, after dinner, Maya couldn’t sleep. The rain tapped against the window like little fingers. Her parents were already snoring softly. Feeling restless, she decided to step outside into the hallway. The hall was long and quiet. Lamps flickered. She counted the room numbers as she walked: 401… 402… 403… And then— 404. There it was. A door. Plain and wooden. Dark brass handle. Scratched-up number plate. Her heart thudded in her chest. Was this some kind of trick? She stepped closer, and before she could stop herself, her hand touched the handle. Cold. The hallway swirled around her like fog. When she opened her eyes, she was inside a room—one that looked just like Room 403… but everything was wrong. The walls were cracked. The mirror was foggy and smeared. The bed was neatly made but covered in dust. And the window showed nothing but blackness outside—no rain, no lights. That’s when she heard it: A faint whisper. Like someone calling her name. “Maya...” Her own reflection was waving at her from the mirror. But it wasn’t quite right. The reflection’s eyes glowed faint blue. The reflection pointed toward the wardrobe. Slowly, Maya opened it, her fingers trembling. Inside was an old-fashioned brass key, glowing pale blue. The whispers grew louder. Shadows moved in the corners of the room. Something unseen brushed past her leg. Maya’s heart hammered in her chest. With a deep breath, she turned the key in a hidden lock inside the wardrobe. The room filled with a white-blue light so bright she had to close her eyes— When she opened them again, she was back in her bed in Room 403. Morning sunlight streamed through the window. Her parents were packing their bags like nothing had happened. Had it all been a dream? But as Maya picked up her backpack, she felt something cold and hard in her pocket. It was the glowing key. Closing Note (Optional): From that day on, Maya never walked hotel hallways at night again. But sometimes, she wonders: if Room 404 really doesn’t exist… why is the key still with her?