A young woman named K lived with her parents and grandmother.
The grandmother used to be a very good-natured person.
She has been bedridden for several years and has become increasingly eccentric.
Not only does she complain and sarcastically complain to her mother, who is her caregiver, but she also
She was so frustrated that she repeatedly said things like, “You guys probably wish I’d died sooner than I did.”
They became affectionate and really thought so.
Care became a chore, she was not allowed to exercise, and the quality of her diet deteriorated, which caused her body to weaken at an accelerated rate.
In the end, she was unable to get out of bed, move her body, or even speak.
She was just breathing under the covers.
It was obvious from the outside that she did not have long to live.
K’s room was on the second floor.
One night while she was sleeping, she suddenly heard the sound of a horn outside.
K. went back to sleep without paying attention to it, but after a while the sound came again.
The horn sounded over and over again, and being angry at the insanity of it all, she turned the curtains and looked outside.
K was horrified. It was a big hearse parked in front of her house.
She wondered if there was anyone in it or not.
There was no sign of an engine running, and the car was quiet.
K became afraid and pulled the futon over her head.
It was rattling and shaking, but after that there was no sound, and it was really quiet.
In the morning, K asked her parents if they had heard the horn last night.
They said they did not know.
How could they not have noticed with all that noise, though?
It did not seem as if my parents were lying, nor did they seem to have any reason to.
In the morning, they must have regained some calm thought.
K came to the conclusion, ‘Maybe that was to pick up my grandmother.’
She could think of nothing else.
However, Grandma was still “fine” as usual.
The next night, the hearse came again. The next night, too.
K tried to ignore it.
Strangely enough, the sound of the horn would never stop unless K looked down at the car from the second floor.
The nights were so terrifying that K gradually became neurotic.
It was the seventh day. Her parents had to go to a relative’s house for an errand.
K wanted to follow her parents, but they forcibly ordered her to stay home.
As you know, K. is a neurotic, and her mental condition was not good.
K tried to drown her fears by watching as many entertaining TV shows as possible.
She was too afraid to go near her grandmother’s room, and even left the lunch she had to feed her untouched.
Well, her parents left, saying they would return in the evening, but there was no sign of their return at the appointed time.
It was around 9:00 p.m. and soon after 12:00 p.m.
Even though it was getting closer and closer to the time for the hearse to arrive, there was not even a single phone call.
As it turned out, the horn sounded again that day.
K was on the first floor at the time, but she did not want to see the hearse up close.
As usual, she looked out the second floor window.
But what do you think?
A number of people dressed in black came down from their usually quiet car, opened the gate, and entered.
K became completely frightened.
Before long, she heard a chime going off downstairs.
It kept ringing persistently.
The chime became a light knocking sound.
And then the door goes boom, boom, boom, boom!
K felt like she was no longer alive.
However, she began to wonder if she had forgotten to lock the front door.
K jumped up and down the stairs with great speed and headed for the front door.
Just as he reached the door, however, the telephone by the front door began to ring loudly.
The pounding on the door continued.
Ms. K’s feet stopped and she was unable to move.
Resisting the urge to scream, I vigorously picked up the receiver.
“Hello! Hello! Hello!”
“Is this Ms. XX’s house?”
Surprisingly, it was a soft male voice.
“This is the police.
Actually, I’d like you to calm down and listen to me, but your parents were killed in a car accident just now.
You are the daughter, aren’t you? Hello, hello…'”
K stood there stunned.
Strangely enough, the door that had been banging noisily just a moment before was quiet and still, as if nothing had happened.
K thought about it.
Could it be that the hearse had come to pick up my parents? Not to bring grandma?
Come to think of it, what happened to grandma?
At that moment, a tap on the shoulder from behind made K turn around.
The grandmother, who was supposed to be immobile, was standing there, laughing at K,
“You get in the car, too.”
