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“The Queen of Ruins” Maya Kanō Hotel (more info at the bottom of the post)

I’m not sure if I should be telling this story, but… I guess the statute of limitations has passed, so here it goes.

Over ten years ago, when I was a freshman in high school, some friends and I used to sneak into an abandoned building in the suburbs to hang out and huff paint thinner.

It was a place passed down to us by some senpai (upperclassmen). Apparently it used to be a love hotel, and some of the rooms still had beds in them.

Of course, we only ever went there late at night. We’d bring flashlights and mostly hung out in what used to be the lobby.

There were some couches we could sit on, although their springs were squeaky.  

Usually, there were four or five of us.

It was a perfect spot for troublemakers like us. But since the senpai before us were known for doing some crazy antics, other people tended to stay away. So we basically had the place all to ourselves.

That night, there were five of us in the lobby, including me.

We were hanging out, shooting the breeze, when it started to drizzle. That’s when Shiro, the dumbass of the group, said, “Is there a bathroom?”

Normally, we just peed in the bushes outside, but he was reluctant to go out because of the rain.

“Wasn’t there one through that door?” one of my friends said, shining a flashlight toward a door at the back of the lobby.

“Yeah, but there’s no water,” someone replied.

Shiro just said, “It’s fine, it’s fine,” and walked off with the flashlight.

A few seconds later, we heard his dopey voice say, “Found it, found it.”

But ten minutes passed, then twenty—and he didn’t come back.

We started getting worried. One guy called out, “Hey, you takin’ a dump or what?” and went through the door.

Not long after, he came back looking pale.

“Hey… Shiro’s not there.”

Not there?

“I mean, he’s not there—just come see,” he said. So we all got up and went to look.

The room behind the door looked like some kind of office.

There were two connected rooms, but it was obvious there wasn’t a bathroom.

Moreover, there were no other exits.

Shiro had taken one of the flashlights, so we only had two left among us.

But even with the limited light, it was clear that there was no place where a person could hide.

We turned the place upside down—checked behind desks, inside lockers—but there was no sign of Shiro.

The sheer weirdness of the situation freaked us out, and we all agreed not to tell anyone what had happened.

I hesitate to say this, but Shiro didn’t come from the healthiest of families.

Even when he didn’t come home, it seems like his parents never filed a missing persons report.

In the end, Shiro was just treated as a runaway and vanished without a trace.

After that night, we never went back to that love hotel again.

Even after graduating high school, the incident never left my mind.

What bothered me was not just the fact that he disappeared; why did Shiro say “Found it, found it”?

For some reason, the more I thought about it, the more scared I became.

Years later, I ran into one of my old friends from back then in town.

We grabbed a table at a café and naturally started talking about “that night.”

He told me that after the incident, one of the senpai told him why the love hotel had been abandoned.

And what he told me chilled me to the bone.

Apparently, it closed down because some of the guests had gone missing.

No one knew exactly how they disappeared—but that was enough for us to know.

After telling me that, my friend suddenly fell silent ant looked down. 

He kept stirring his lemon tea — which was actually empty now except for a few ice cubes — with a straw.

Beads of cold sweat were forming on his forehead.

Seeing that I grabbed his shoulder and said, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

That’s when he started talking about the details of what had taken place the night Shiro disappeared.

“You remember I was sitting closest to the door Shiro went through?”

Now that he mentioned it, I seemed to remember that that was the case.

“Well… after the door closed behind him, I heard a quiet voice.”

“You mean when he said ‘Found it, found it’?

He nodded, his face deathly pale.

“That… wasn’t Shiro’s voice.”

At that moment, I felt all the goosebumps from the past few years hit me at once.

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NOTE: 

1️⃣Maya Kankō Hotel (Nicknamed “The Queen of Ruins”)

The Maya Kanko Hotel (Maya Kankō Hotel) was a hotel that was once open for business on the slopes of Mount Maya in Nada Ward, Kobe City, Hyogo Prefecture. It was completed in 1930 and closed down in the 1990s. After that, it became a ruin, but its value as a piece of modernist architecture was recognised, and in a rare move for a ruin, it was designated as a Registered Tangible Cultural Property of Japan. (From Wikipedia Japan)

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Former Maya Kanko Hotel Metaverse

2️⃣Paint Thinner

Huffing paint thinner PERMANETLY DAMAGES your body, and the damage CANNOT BE UNDONE.

The comment section of this video is full of scary stories.