Dalam Catatan Eksplorasi Kegelapan, creepypasta memiliki satu ciri umum. Semakin populer sebuah cerita, semakin besar kemungkinan anomali muncul dalam catatan. 'Itu karena ada banyak kreator yang terlibat.' Saat creepypasta pertama kali diposting, ia mengikuti aturan yang telah ditetapkan dengan ketat. Namun, ketika cerita itu menjadi populer dan semakin banyak orang mulai menulis catatan eksplorasi tentangnya, apa yang terjadi? Seiring bertambahnya jumlah catatan, pengecualian mulai muncul untuk memecah keseragaman dan pengulangan—tentu saja masih dalam batas wajar. Contoh yang dengan susah payah kuingat adalah salah satu kasus semacam itu. Catatan eksplorasi regu J dari Tim Eksplorasi Lapangan Daydream Inc. yang harus bertahan 12 jam di rumah sakit terbengkalai pada malam hari. Entah kenapa, eksplorasi di sana berlangsung 16 jam 11 menit, lebih lama dari 12 jam yang seharusnya. Inilah 'anomali waktu' yang kucari. 'Mereka akhirnya menghabiskan lebih banyak waktu di sana.' Pasti ada sesuatu yang salah selama eksplorasi, menjebak mereka di cerita hantu lebih lama dari durasi 12 jam semula. 'Jadi... aku ingat sekarang. Itu karena mereka melewatkan sinyal penting.' Semuanya kembali teringat olehku. ======================== (03:12) Karyawan Lee Jaejin tanpa sengaja memutus saluran telepon di meja kasir. ======================== Kesalahan ini mencegah panggilan masuk, yang seharusnya memicu berakhirnya eksplorasi. Panggilan pergantian shift. Jadi situasinya menjadi kacau, dengan dokter yang seharusnya sudah menyelesaikan shift malam di rumah sakit terus bekerja, menciptakan kekacauan. ======================== (12:12) Pukul 7:12 pagi telah lewat, tetapi matahari tidak terbit. ======================== Meskipun waktu terus berjalan, malam tidak berakhir. Karyawan yang telah menyetel jam tangannya ke pukul 7 malam begitu masuk ke cerita hantu panik saat menyadari malam tidak kunjung berakhir. 'Aku ingat ada perdebatan apakah harus tertangkap dan reset, dan satu orang akhirnya diikat.' Untungnya, setelah beberapa jam, anggota regu lain menyambungkan kembali saluran telepon, sehingga eksplorasi bisa berjalan normal, dan mereka akhirnya berhasil kabur. ======================== (16:09) Saluran telepon dipulihkan. Telepon langsung berdering. Menunggu 3 meter dari meja. (16:11) Dokter menjawab telepon dan menghilang. Upaya kabur berhasil. ======================== Cerita hantu yang tidak berakhir saat seharusnya—anomali yang mengerikan. 'Tapi ada petunjuk di sini.' Meskipun durasinya diperpanjang dalam kasus itu, ada mekanisme yang bekerja. Ada pemicu yang menandakan berakhirnya eksplorasi. 'Dalam kasus itu, panggilan pergantian shift.' Dan ketika pemicu itu gagal, cerita hantu tidak akan berakhir. Kalau kupikirkan secara terbalik... 'Kalau pemicu yang menandakan berakhirnya waktu bekerja, cerita hantu bisa berakhir lebih cepat, kan?' Apa di minimarket ini yang bisa menunjukkan berjalannya waktu? Kudengar sesuatu di atasku. Naluriku membuatku menengadah ke langit-langit, yang terhalang meja kasir. Di atasku ada... mesin kasir. Bip bip bip bip bip bip bip bip bi- bip bip bip. Hantu itu menekan tombol-tombol di mesin kasir. Irama aneh itu bergema di seluruh minimarket, disertai suara rekaman yang terdistorsi. Memanggil bantuan... memanggil bantu– anmemanggilbantua-a-a-ha-ha-bantuanmemanggilbantuanbantuanbantuan... Hantu itu tahu aku bersembunyi di bawah meja kasir. Ia belum menangkapku. Ia sedang mempermainkanku. ...Meskipun aku tahu itu, keringat dingin mengalir di punggungku, dan aku merasakan rasa takut yang semakin besar, bukan kemarahan. Wah, situasi ini benar-benar membuatku gila, aku jadi gila. Tapi kakiku tidak mau bergerak semudah yang kuinginkan. Rasanya seperti aku salah satu pemain latar di film horor yang membeku saat melihat hantu lalu mati. Bahkan jika aku akhirnya tertangkap lagi, aku tidak boleh jatuh ke dalam kondisi ketidakberdayaan yang dipelajari ini. Aku memaksa diriku merangkak keluar dari bawah meja kasir. Memanggil bantuan. Tiba-tiba saja, wajah biru dan membengkak sudah tepat di depanku, menyeringai lebar seolah mulutnya akan robek. Aku menarik napas dalam-dalam dengan perlahan. Jantungku berdebar begitu keras sampai kepalaku sakit, tapi aku terus maju. Seluruh tubuhku terasa mati rasa. Kali ini, alih-alih menuju mesin kasir, aku berlari ke arah sebaliknya, menuju pintu masuk minimarket, yang diterangi cahaya lemah dari kulkas minuman. Di luar pintu kaca, kegelapan pekat. Meski begitu, aku memaksakan mata untuk melihat sesuatu di luar, dan saat kuamati lebih dekat, kulihat sesuatu terpasang di sisi pintu kaca. Itu jam elektronik. Itu pasti tanggal yang sedang ditetapkan di cerita hantu ini. Mataku yang sudah menyesuaikan diri dengan kegelapan juga menangkap lonceng yang terpasang di pintu. Kalau aku menyentuh pintu itu, hantu pasti akan mendengar loncengnya dan bergegas datang dengan langkah aneh dan berat. 'Dan pintunya mungkin bahkan tidak akan terbuka...' Karena lokasi untuk bertahan hidup telah ditetapkan sebagai minimarket, kemungkinan ada batasan yang berlaku. Aku mengalihkan pandangan dari pintu kaca dan setengah bersembunyi di balik rak terdekat. Bersandar pada dinding, aku terus mengamati toko sambil berpikir. Keringat dingin mengalir di pelipisku. 'Aku harus bertahan selama tiga hari.' Jadi apa yang bisa memicu selesainya waktuku di sini? Apa yang biasanya terjadi setelah tiga hari di minimarket...? Aku melirik kotak-kotak yang bertumpuk dekat pintu. Bisakah aku entah bagaimana memeriksa waktu pengiriman barang baru dan menggunakannya untuk menandai berjalannya waktu? Tidak, itu terlalu tidak langsung. Kondisi yang rumit dan terperinci seperti itu tidak akan berhasil. Ini adalah cerita hantu berbasis internet. 'Dan cerita hantu internet itu cukup langsung.' Semakin rumit dan berbelit kondisinya, semakin kecil dampaknya, membuatnya kurang populer. 'Aku butuh sesuatu yang lebih sederhana dan lebih jelas.' Jadi, di minimarket, apa tanda paling jelas bahwa waktu terus berjalan? Aku menoleh ke rak paling dekat dengan pintu masuk. Itu bukan kulkas minuman, melainkan rak berpendingin lain yang mengeluarkan hawa dingin. Anehnya, hanya ada beberapa barang yang dipajang di sana—beberapa minuman susu, kopi, dan... kotak doshirak serta kimbap segitiga. Makanan yang cepat rusak.
Bab 16
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In , the creepypastas share a common feature. The more popular a story becomes, the higher the likelihood of anomalies appearing in the records. ‘It’s because multiple creators are involved.’ When a creepypasta’s first posted, it adheres strictly to its established rules. However, as the story gains popularity and more people start writing exploration records about it, what happens? As the numbers of records grow, exceptions begin to occur to break the monotony and repetition—within reason, of course. The example I desperately recalled was one such case. The exploration record of the J-squad from ’s Field Exploration Team in which they had to endure 12 hours in an abandoned hospital at night. For some reason, the exploration here lasted 16 hours and 11 minutes, longer than the intended 12 hours. This was the ‘temporal anomaly’ I was looking for. ‘They ended up spending even more time there.’ Something must have gone wrong during the exploration, trapping them in the ghost story longer than the original 12-hour duration. ‘So… I remember now. It was because they missed an important signal.’ It all came back to me. ======================== (03:12) Employee Lee Jaejin accidentally disconnected the phone line at the counter. ======================== This mistake prevented the incoming call, which was supposed to trigger the end of the exploration. The call for the shift change. So the situation spiraled out of control, with the doctor who should have finished their night shift at the hospital continuing to work, creating chaos. ======================== (12:12) 7:12 a.m. passed, but the sun did not rise. ======================== Despite the passage of time, the night did not end. The employee who had set their wristwatch to 7 p.m. as soon as they entered the ghost story panicked when they realized the night wasn’t ending. ‘I remember there was an argument about whether to get caught and reset, and one person ended up being tied up.’ Fortunately, after several hours, another squad member reconnected the phone line, allowing the exploration to proceed normally, and they finally escaped. ======================== (16:09) Phone line restored. The phone rings immediately. Waited 3 meters away from the desk. (16:11) The doctor answered the phone and disappeared. Successful escape attempt. ======================== A ghost story that doesn’t end when it’s supposed to—a chilling anomaly. ‘But there’s a clue here.’ Despite the extended duration in that case, there was a mechanism at play. There was a trigger that signaled the end of the exploration. ‘In that case, it was the shift change call.’ And when that trigger failed, the ghost story wouldn’t end. If I think about it in reverse… ‘If the trigger that signals the end of time works, the ghost story could end faster, right?’ What in the convenience store could indicate the passage of time? I heard something above me. I instinctively looked up at the ceiling, which was blocked by the counter. Above me was… the cash register. Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep bee- beep beep beep. The ghost was pressing buttons on the register. The odd rhythm echoed through the convenience store, accompanied by a distorted, recorded voice. Calling for assistance… calling for assi– stancecallingfora-a-a-ha-ha-assistancecallingforassistanceassistanceassistance… The ghost knew I was hiding under the counter. It wasn’t catching me just yet. It was toying with me. …Even though I knew this, cold sweat trickled down my back, and I felt a growing sense of dread rather than anger. Wow, this situation is seriously driving me insane, I’m going crazy. But my feet wouldn’t move as easily as I wanted them to. I felt like one of those extras in a horror movie who freezes at the sight of a ghost and dies. Even if I ended up getting caught again, I couldn’t let myself fall into this state of learned helplessness. I forced myself to crawl out from under the counter. Calling for assistance. The next thing I knew, a blue, bloated face was right in front of me, grinning widely as if its mouth would tear apart. I took a slow, deep breath. My heart was pounding so hard it made my head hurt, but I pushed through. My whole body felt numb. Instead of heading toward the register this time, I bolted in the opposite direction, toward the convenience store’s entrance, illuminated by the faint glow of the drink fridge. Outside the glass door was pitch-black darkness. Still, I strained to see something beyond, and as I peered closer, I noticed something attached to the side of the glass door. It was an electronic clock. That must be the current set date in this ghost story. My eyes, adjusted to the darkness, also caught sight of a bell attached to the door. If I touched that door, the ghost would surely hear the bell and come rushing over with its odd, heavy steps. ‘And it probably won’t even open…’ Since the location for survival had been set as the convenience store, there were likely restrictions in place. I tore my gaze away from the glass door and half-hid behind a nearby shelf. Leaning against the wall, I continued to scan the store while thinking. Cold sweat ran down my temples. ‘I need to survive for three days.’ So what could trigger the completion of my time here? What typically happens after three days at a convenience store…? I glanced at the boxes stacked near the door. Could I somehow check the delivery time for new goods and use that to signal the passing of time? No, that’s too indirect. Such complicated and detailed conditions wouldn’t work. The are internet-based ghost stories. ‘And internet ghost stories are quite direct.’ The more intricate and fiddly the conditions, the less impact they have, making them less popular. ‘I need something simpler, more obvious.’ So, in a convenience store, what could be the clearest sign of time passing? I turned to the shelf closest to the entrance. It wasn’t the drink fridge, but a different refrigerated shelf emitting a cold breeze. Curiously, though, there were only a few items displayed there—some dairy drinks, coffee, and… doshirak boxes and triangle kimbap. Quickly perishable food items.
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