I used to live in this apartment, and it was full of yuck in many ways.
It was in a great location, just a two-minute walk from a fairly large station, and it was stylishly built.
In addition, it was close to my fiancé’s office and the rent was normal (1DK, about 70,000 yen).
My fiancée strongly wanted to move in, so we signed the lease, but I was not very enthusiastic about it.
The first thing that struck me as odd when I started living in the apartment was
The first thing that struck me as odd when I first moved in was that the names and genders of the mail addressed to the previous residents were all different, and the number of people in the apartment was large. I think there were about 4 or 5 people.
Normally, mail addressed to the previous resident would be delivered to two or three people at the most.
No, it’s not so much that the room is bad, it’s just that the person next door is a bit…”
The woman sitting next to me interrupted, “You know the old lady and the little boy who live next door to you?
You better watch out for that old lady, she’s quite a funny lady!
The old lady next door….
I agree.
“Well, I guess I’ll just try not to get too involved.” I thought.
This was a poor decision….
This old lady was not just a complainer, but a real crazy person.
In the first month of moving in, I received 5 complaints.
Please stop taking a bath in the middle of the night” – I didn’t take a bath…
Please don’t go to the bathroom in the middle of the night” – I don’t even have the freedom to go to the bathroom?
I mean, I don’t go to the bathroom in the middle of the night….
I tried not to make any noise after 9:00 p.m. and went to bed before 10:00 p.m.
The extreme complaint.
I woke up at 2 a.m. to find out what was going on, but it was the old lady next door.
I thought something was wrong, so I opened the door in my pajamas, without turning on the room light.
She said, “Stop vacuuming in the middle of the night. ”
And the crazy old lady’s story is subtly linked to the psychic experience.
This room was actually a room where I was not allowed to take naps.
If you take a nap in this room, you will surely be in kanashibari.
So, in the middle of the kanashibari, a boy about 5-6 years old or his mother (maybe) came on my body and
I can’t breathe.
(I’m sorry, but I don’t want to describe the details of this area, because I don’t want to remember too much if I can help it.)
I have encountered this parent and child (?) twice in the past while napping in this room.
I have told my fiancée about this and told her never to take a nap when she comes to my room while I am away.
But my fiancé said, “What are you talking about, I’m psychic, I know what I’m talking about, but this room is fine!”
Idiot.
One day I took a nap in this room and ended up exactly like me on the.
There is another person who took a nap in this room (a friend of mine) and she had the same thing happen to her.
And all three of us had the exact same experience.
It was as if they had seen the same TV show.
Kanashibari, a boy (or a woman who seemed to be his mother) gradually climbed up to my chest from my feet.
The boy (or the woman who seemed to be the mother) gradually climbed up to my chest and held my chest until I couldn’t breathe.
I thought I might die, but then the kanashibari was broken.
The boy’s (or mother’s) face is supposed to be invisible because his eyes are closed.
But I see them as if their images were sent to my head.
These are the common experiences of the three of us.
So, the cause of the weirdness in this room….
There are a few things that seem to be possible.
I ended up living in this room for two years.
During those two years, in one of the rooms in this apartment (I don’t know which room), there were two suicides by hanging.
I heard at a neighborhood coffee shop that there is a suicide by hanging every year in this apartment building….
I don’t know if it was in the same room or not…….
I was so scared at the time, “No way… it wasn’t right above my room, was it?”
The real horror came when we moved in.
The old lady next door said she lives with a boy, but she lives alone, doesn’t she?
What? That old lady lives with a little boy, doesn’t she?
I always see them walking together when I go shopping.
Everyone at the hair salon and the coffee shop had the same opinion.
But I’ve never seen that little boy.
I mean, I live next door and have never heard the kid’s voice.
Besides, no one saw the boy go to kindergarten or school….
I was curious, so I asked the landlord after I moved out.
The owner said, “That old lady has been living alone for a long time.”
