I had a rather odd hobby. That hobby was to go out on the roof of my house in the middle of the night and observe the city I lived in through binoculars.
It is fun to observe a different, quiet city.
I get strangely excited when I see large water tanks in the distance, cabs carrying drunks up the hill, or dazzling vending machines standing alone.
There is a long slope on the west side of my house that goes straight down toward my house.
So if you look at the west side from the rooftop, you can see the whole slope from the front.
While I was looking at the vending machine on the side of the slope with binoculars and thinking, “Oh, there’s a big moth flying around,” I saw one coming down from the top of the slope at a tremendous speed.
What is it?” I looked at him through binoculars and saw a naked, scrawny, child-like guy with a big smile on his face, waving at me and running at a high speed.
He was clearly aware of my presence and kept making eye contact with me.
I watched in a daze for a while, but then I felt like I was in big trouble, so I hurried down the stairs and ran inside the house.
I closed the door, locked it, and said, “Oh my God, what am I going to do, what the heck is that?
I was so scared.
I heard the sound of a “zu-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da” as I climbed the stairs to the rooftop. Obviously, they are looking for me.
I was holding an iron (weapon) with both hands in the middle of the living room, trying not to make any noise and to keep my voice down.
After a while, I heard a sound, this time a zudada-dudada-dudada-dudada down the stairs.
I was already shaking so rattled.
The door dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun! and then the chime, ping-pong, ping-pong! Ping-pong! Ping-pong! They will ring the doorbell.
“Uh-uh! Uh-uh!” I can also hear him moaning.
My heart stopped for a moment and began to pulse with tremendous force.
After a few dozen seconds or so, the knocking and chiming stopped, the moaning stopped, and things went back to their normal quiet state. ……
Still, of course, there was no way I could relax, and I remained rigid with my iron at the ready until the sun came up.
Who the hell was that guy?
I would never look through binoculars in the middle of the night again.
