The first time I noticed it was when my girlfriend was cleaning up my messy room.
I am not good at cleaning things up, and the small apartment where I live alone was in a pretty bad shape, filled with garbage bags and various other small things.
It’s not a trashy place like they show on TV, but I have a place to stand and I do my best to clean it up.
However, a man living alone is bound to make a mess.
As a result, my girlfriend, who comes to my apartment from time to time, keeps the place tidy.
The same day she came and started cleaning my room.
I started cleaning on the opposite side of the room from her, and we were gradually cleaning up the room, deciding which books and other small things we needed. Then she noticed it.
“Hey, …….”
She pointed to an outlet that was hidden by magazines and videotapes, and there was a long strand of hair hanging from it.
Whose hair is this?
Knowing that all my friends are guys, she looked at me with suspicion.
My hair is short, but hers is not as long as this.
But I didn’t remember having any other woman in the room.
She looked at me with suspicion, so I grabbed a strand of hair from the outlet and pulled it out.
I couldn’t help but remove my hand from the hair at the unpleasant sensation.
It felt so real, as if I had actually pulled a hair out of a person’s scalp.
Long strands of hair fluttered like foreign objects on the cleaned floor, shimmering in the draft.
Involuntarily, I peeked into the outlet hole, but it was pitch black and I couldn’t see anything beyond it.
The next morning. I was pale.
I had forgotten all about the outlet yesterday, and I had gone to karaoke with my girlfriend after that.
Perhaps it was the alcohol I drank there, but as soon as I got home, I fell asleep as if I had died.
When I woke up, I was just in time for the train.When I woke up, I was just in time for the train. I jumped out of bed and rushed out with my bag to go to the university.
Just then, an electrical outlet came into my line of sight.
There was a long strand of hair hanging down again from one of the two pitch-black holes, slack and helpless.
Hair that I should have pulled out yesterday.
It seemed to be the same person, judging from its length.
It was growing out of the outlet as if it were a tentacle of some kind, and it made me very uncomfortable, so I hastily pulled it out. That realistic feeling again.
“Disgusting ……”
I muttered to myself, shoved the unused boombox plug into the hole, threw the hair I had pulled out of it out the window, and left the room with my luggage.
I felt the hair fly away in the wind.
Then, perhaps due in part to the fact that it was a large boom box, I forgot about the outlet again and went about my normal day.
The room was a mess again, and there were piles of comic books next to the futon, and I wondered if she would come over again.
The trash can was already full, so I threw the garbage I had collected directly into the trash bag.
It must have been about a month after that.
It finally happened to me.
My peaceful sleep was suddenly shut down by the sound that suddenly started in the middle of the night.
I turned on the light and found that there was a strange sound coming from the boom box I had left unattended.
I looked at the boom box, which was supposed to be behind a pile of comic books, and found that the books had collapsed and were lying around.
I thought to myself, “No way, the sound of the boom box should have caused them to collapse,” but… that’s all I could think of.
The boom box was emitting a strange sound as if it was broken, and I put my hand on its power button–and then I realized.
The power was already off.
It was off, but I wondered if it was still broken.
I grabbed the boom box with both hands and strained to lift it up.
I felt a strange sensation, and I opened my eyes.
There was a human hair tangled in an electrical outlet extending from the back of the boombox.
It was tangled like a vine in the cord of the outlet, and it was tight.
I followed it with my eyes, and it seemed to be growing out…of one of the holes in the outlet.
…And I was so startled that I pulled the boom box as hard as I could.
I felt hundreds of thousands of hairs entangled in the boom box being pulled out from my scalp.
At the same time, I heard an uncontrollable scream coming from the other side of the outlet.
I screamed and fainted as the hairs fell out of the socket in unison and bright red blood spurted out of the hole.
A room covered in blood. A room with hair strewn about. I cleaned up the room, packed my belongings, and left.
There was another strand of hair hanging like a tentacle from that outlet.
