It was about two years ago.
I had dropped out of high school and my parents had given up on me.
I was working part-time from morning till night, more for money than for fun.
During my precious time off, I would sometimes go out with friends for relaxation.
I had only bad friends because I had dropped out of high school.
I had saved up enough money since I was old enough to get a part-time job to get a driver’s license and buy a car.
Driving around in the middle of the night became my daily routine, no matter how tired I was from my part-time job.
In the summer, on the night before my vacation, I went to an abandoned house with my friends to have fun.
We didn’t see any ghosts, and we even got scared off by a homeless guy who was there.
We were disappointed and decided to go home.
I reminded him of a story I had seen on a cell phone site when I was at home.
It was a story that Inagawa told on a radio broadcast but was banned from the airwaves. It was about a woman during the war, but I can’t tell you the details.
In short, it was a story that I was not supposed to tell anyone.
At the time, I had no reason to believe in such things, and I proudly told the story to everyone.
This was a mistake.
Well, the ride home was a lot of fun, and I sent my friends off to their homes, and we broke up that day.
I was tired of driving at night, which I was still not used to, and I climbed up the stairs to my house, worrying about my body’s sluggishness.
I put the key in the lock, turned it, put my hand on the door and pulled to open the front door.
But it didn’t open.
Did I lock the door? I took out the key once more and opened the front door and went inside.
I wanted to take a bath quickly, so I turned on the light in my room and was surprised.
The room looked like it had been burglarized.
Clothes in the closet and things on the table were scattered all over the floor.
I had no choice but to call the police.
I had the police look around the house, answer a few questions, took a shower and went to bed.
That day was the first time I was in a Kanashibari.
I felt like there was someone on my chest, like I was being squeezed and my neck was being constricted.
I felt a presence in front of my face and breathing on me.
I was sick, in pain, my eyes couldn’t open, and I was getting frustrated because I was tired and wanted to go to bed.
I started to get frustrated because I was tired and wanted to go to sleep, so I shouted in my mind, “I’m sleepy!
What a bummer. Then something said in my ear
”Give me your body.”
I was horrified, and when I came to, I was asleep. I felt like I had blacked out and was pathetic.
The next day in the afternoon, it was hot and humid, and I had just finished cleaning my room with the windows open and was watching TV.
Suddenly, I was so terrified that I didn’t even want to stay home, so I hurried to my friend’s house with my car keys.
I went to my friend’s house with my car keys and stayed there until the night.
I felt guilty about staying so long because I had a part-time job tomorrow, so I thanked him and decided to go home.
Thanks to the time I spent with my friend, I had forgotten all about what we talked about in the car yesterday, not to mention my fear.
When I arrived home and went inside, the house was strangely airy and smelt of burning.
It was pitch black, so I couldn’t see it, and I figured someone in the neighborhood had burned some fish anyway.
I turned on the light, looked toward the window and was horrified.
The air conditioner and the walls around it were black, and more than half of the curtains were gone.
There was a large hole in the screen door that looked like it had been burned by a spark.
I was so uncomfortable that I put my hand on the window to close it, but just as I was about to close it, I saw a woman in a purple kimono with no left leg and right arm standing in front of me, wide-eyed and smiling.
I gave a shriek and fell on my butt.
She was smiling as if she was satisfied, and I thought I might die.
I sat there in terror for a while.
Later that day, I had a new air conditioner installed by a contractor, and new curtains and screens were installed.
I wondered if this happened because I told everyone about that story, but I couldn’t be sure, so I began to think it was a coincidence.
A few weeks later, on my way to my part-time job, I looked in the rearview mirror of my car.
A woman in a purple kimono was sitting in the back seat, still smiling at me, and I let out a scream.
As soon as I looked back to the front, I was hit from behind by a car and admitted to the hospital with bruises all over my body and a broken rib.
I remember the moment I was hit, I heard the sound of a big, booming laugh and passed out because I couldn’t stand the pain.
Nothing has happened since then.
I thought to myself, “I’m not going to talk to anyone about anything that I’m not supposed to talk about anymore.
Sorry for my poor writing.
If anyone reads this, thank you.
