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I started working the night shift at a convenience store (Ch.2 pt2) Chapter 2: Aoyama, Hirai, and Takenaka. (pt.2) From what I gathered listening to my sister, spirits came and went to the store. That much was fine. But some particularly strong or wicked spirits could also possess or haunt clients and workers alike, eroding their psyche in the process. Spending much time in a place oozing with such a negative aura would be a risky endeavor for psychics, let alone for your average joe. It could turn out horribly for them... or so the story went. "Turn out horribly? What's that mean?" "Like I'd know." She finished eating her caramel pudding, and turned around to face her computer again. "I don't have the slightest clue of what she meant. And no one really knows why but the surrounding woods seem to be the scene of tons of accidents every year. Just the other day, a motorcycle flew above the guardrail only to fall down a cliff. And that's not even ...

    Supernatural phenomenon at grandpa's house : The story I'm about to tell happened to me when I first stayed over at my grandpa's house. I was about to turn off the light , when a sound reached my ears. Plop Pat It sounded like big droplets of water , though it wasn't raining at all. It came from inside the house, surely nothing more than the faucet leaking again, I thought. It wasn't. The source of this sound was closer than that. It came from inside my own bedroom. Pit Plop Pit The sound grew louder and more frequent, to a point that it now sounded like actual rain. I could hear droplets falling from the ceiling to the tatami all around me, completely surrounding me. Plop Pit Pat Plop Pit "This has to be the work of a ghost! And not the friendly type!" I thought. My grandpa's place had seen many lives come and go, so it wouldn't be too far-fetched if spirits or ghosts of sort were to live here as well.  Though my gut feeling made sure to le...

  The Red Room: There once was a man who had left the countryside to come live alone in an apartment in Tokyo, where he was to attend university. This new life took for him some getting used to. Days became weeks, and weeks became months. By the time a few months had passed, he noticed a girl living in the apartment just next to his.  He always clocked off work late at night, when the small hand of the clock was nearing two, and he would always run into the same girl on his way upstairs to the second floor where his apartment awaited him.  She had long hair and a slim figure, and she looked gloomy but there was beauty to be found behind this facade. Although he had  never seen her face as she was always facing the ground.  One day, the man left work early and got back home in the evening, only to be greeted by a hole in a wall staring at him. The hole opened on the apartment nextdoor. That girl's apartment. He knew all too well that peeking inside a girl's room ...