It was late summer one year.
I was working at a café-bar tucked away in a residential area.
It didn’t get many customers and was a favorite hangout for me and my friends.
One day, as we were getting ready to open as usual, my friend came in with his girlfriend.
He is a very cheerful guy who is usually the center of our laughter, but that day he was strangely quiet and looked pale, so I remember I was a little worried.
Anyway, I called out to him.
What’s wrong? You don’t look well. Did something happen?”
“Yeah, I had a scary thing happen…”
“What do you mean, something scary? Another ghost?”
“・・・・・.”
But he was silent again.
She also seemed to have been kept in the dark by him and would not tell me anything.
He seemed to be very psychic, and had told me several times about his own strange experiences.
I was like, “Oh, so it’s another ghost.”
The only difference was that he usually tried to force me to listen to his stories, but this time he didn’t want to tell me anything.
I could no longer contain my curiosity, and I was determined to find out what he was talking about.
After that, I kept asking him and his girlfriend persistently, trying to get the story out of them.
Finally, he opened his heavy mouth and told me about his mysterious experience.
The story went something like this….
That day, when he arrived at the station where he lived after a study tour at his vocational school, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten the key to his house.
He decided to call home just in case.
It was rare for the house to be empty, so after a few calls, someone picked up.
“Hello, it’s me. I’m at XX station. I don’t have the key, so please unlock the door. Please.”
After a few one-sided conversations, he hung up the phone. Then I got on the bus and headed home.
When he got home, the front door was locked.
He looked around the house in disbelief, but there was no sign of anyone in the house and it was quiet.
However, someone had answered the phone a few minutes earlier, so he figured they must be somewhere out of sight of the windows.
He decided to try calling again and went to a pay phone in the front of a local tobacco shop.
He called, and after another few calls, someone answered.
He called again and after a few more calls someone answered. “・・・・・・・・・・・・・.”
“Hello, it’s me.”
“…”
“Hello! Hello!”
“・・・・・・・・.”
“Hello!”
“Hello! It’s me!”
“・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・.”
For some reason, the person on the other end just would shut up, so he tried calling them every few minutes after that.
Since he just couldn’t get through, he decided to wait for his family in front of the house, thinking that the phone was malfunctioning.
For a while, he was at a loss in front of the house, but suddenly he remembered that he had a spare emergency key hidden by the front door.
He was finally able to enter the house.
However, the house was quiet and there was no sign of anyone in any of the rooms.
There was no sign of anyone in any of the rooms, and the telephone was in working order. He thought this was strange, so he decided to try one more time to call from a pay phone.
He decided to try calling from a pay phone one more time.
After confirming that the door was locked, he rushed to the pay phone.
A little nervously, he dialed, and as before, someone answered the phone!
Surprised, but still not ready to dismiss the possibility of a family prank, he called out to the person on the other end of the line.
He called out to the person on the other end of the line.
“Hello?”
“・・・・・.”
“Hello, I know you’re K(his sister) Answer me!”
“・・・・・.”
“Hey, who are you?”
“・・・・・.”
“Who the hell are you? Answer me!”
“・・・・・・・・・.”
“・・・・・・・・・.”
After calling for a while and getting no response, he called out,
“This is the last time. Who the hell are you?
“Who the hell are you? I know you’re there! ”
Then, after a long silence
After a long silence, the person answered for the first time,
“・・・・・
NO ONE’S HERE
・・・・・・・.”
It was a voice he had never heard before, with an atmosphere as if it came from somewhere far away.
He was so startled that he slammed down the receiver and hurried home.
And as soon as he got home, he looked around the house, but there were no unlocked windows, no sign of anyone.
There was no sign of anyone.
But there was one thing that creeped him out again.
The telephone receiver in the living room had been removed and was on the floor.
I still get goosebumps and feel the hairs stand up all over my body when I tell or hear this story.
I apologize for the length of this post.
