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A girl disappeared and recently, I found her diary. It tells a horrifying story.

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I work at a public bathhouse in a small town in Japan, doing housekeeping and cashier shifts mostly. It's a quiet place, with most of our visitors being retired, and aside from a few accidents a year 一 nothing serious, mind you 一 things run pretty smoothly. It's a stress-free job, which fits me well since I don't like to find myself outside of my comfort zone very often. About a week ago, though, something out of the ordinary happened. When cleaning the dressing rooms, I found a diary underneath a bench. It had belonged to a teenage girl, which was odd enough since most of the kids used the bathhouse adjoined to the school, but it wasn't until I opened it that I truly realized what a strange finding it was. Below, I've transcribed and translated the part of the journal that stands out from what can be considered normal and which points to a fate that may be even worse than death.

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January 24th, 1967

I woke up early this morning, feeling a bit restless. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen, where I found my mom. We started arguing almost immediately – she doesn't understand me, and I can't stand living under her roof. We were both shouting by the end of it. I stormed out of the house and went to find Kimura. I told her about my fight with my mom and she suggested that we go to the public bath tomorrow. I immediately agreed – it sounds like exactly what I need. I'm also going to invite some of our other friends, to make it even more fun.

January 25th, 1967

I was getting dressed in the locker room after spending the day in the public bath with my friends. Suddenly, it became eerily silent and I realized I was all alone. Upon leaving the locker room, I noticed the environment was different. The blue tiles of the bathhouse were now red, with black between them. I saw no one around, and the only sound was the soft lap of water against the tiles. This was definitely not the same bathhouse I had entered just hours ago.

I don't know how long I stood there, trying to understand what had happened. Had I somehow been transported to another building? Or was this some kind of dream? I pinched myself to see if that would wake me up, but it had no effect. I was really starting to freak out now.

I decided to explore a bit and see if I could find any clues as to what was going on. This place was much larger than the bathhouse I remembered, and there seemed to be endless rows of pools. I called out for help, but my voice echoed back to me, unanswered.

I don't know how long I've been here exactly, or what's going on. But I'm starting to think I may never find my way back home. The only light comes from large, dim lamps in the ceiling. There are no windows. Some corridors extend into complete darkness. I haven't dared venture too far into them. There's something dreadful about them.

I'm starting to lose hope. Maybe I'm just going crazy. Maybe I died in the bathhouse and this is some kind of afterlife. Or maybe I'm just dreaming. I don't know anymore. All I know is that I'm alone in this strange place, and I have no idea what to do. I'm hoarse from yelling, and my throat aches from the effort. I'm so tired. I think I'll just rest here for a while. Maybe something will come to me in a dream.

January 26th, 1967

I'm still here. I haven't found any way out. I'm starting to despair.

I've been exploring more of the place. It's huge! There must be thousands of pools. There's not a living soul to be seen. Just me, all alone.

I'm starting to feel like I'm going mad. Yesterday I could have sworn I saw someone in one of the baths, but when I got closer there was no one there.