Again.... It was the same before. Unconsciously, I look at the glass-enclosed side. It's pitch black and empty, there's no one there. Be attracted. I feel it somehow. It's like someone is watching you... Or rather, it would be more expressive to say that I was being glared at. For some reason, I feel a strong gaze. feel like. Every time I feel it, the corner of my head hurts. No, what is this? It wasn't long after the day and night were reversed, and before I knew it, my body was raising its roots. When I was thinking about such a thing, the automatic door opened. Ah... someone came. Instinctively, she felt it. The door opened on its own like that time, and there was nothing that looked like a human being there."Welcome--" This is Pavlov's dog. I was astonished at myself when I spilled out of my mouth the routine lines that had become firmly ingrained in my habit. But--. Strangely, even though no one should have entered, I felt a faint presence at that time. Something other
"Nice to meet you. I think you heard it from Mr. Aoyama. I'm Hirai. Ah, my last name is 'Kaname'! I'm really sorry I'm late?... Um, Hakamada-kun? Was it?" Do you say this with a muffled cry? When I saw Hirai-san come out of the break room, I was lightly frozen. Hirai-san was completely different from just now, and smiled at me with a innocent, young face. that……. that's strange."Hakamada-kun?" that's strange. This person just now. You were smoking. You had a really bad look in your eyes. His tone and tone sounded like the leader of some motorcycle gang. The big eyes that used to be slanted droop down. Her tone has no thorns, and her tone of voice is incomparable to what it was earlier. When I first saw her, she seemed intimidating, but she smiled like an innocent angel in front of me. And by the way, she has quite big breasts. This bigness goes beyond "boin" and is in the area of "doin"... No, it doesn't matter...! In other words, what I want to say is that she is a
Mr. Hirai looks really happy. No, I'm completely left out. I could only smile wryly at Mr. Hirai, who had a relaxed tone, but apparently something had switched on. After a while, Mr. Hirai suddenly came to his senses and shyly placed his hands behind his head."I'm sorry, I'm so hot, I don't want to be friends with you today." After apologizing to me, she calmed down. surprised. It was exactly as Aoyama-san said. But recently my little sister uses nothing but incomprehensible words, is this unexpectedly normal for children these days? Customers still don't come. It's boring to have nothing to do but have a proper conversation. It's not easy to get paid just for casual conversations.“Does Hakamada-kun have a part-time job outside of this place?” This time Mr. Hirai brought up the topic.“Before, I used to work three jobs, including dispatch, but now it’s just this. Late nights are tough if you don’t get used to them, so I’m thinking about looking for a daytime part-time job
"……Huh……?" I am at a loss for words with a half-smile. What Mr. Hirai said was too incomprehensible. When I asked him what he was talking about. Mr. Hirai, who returned to the counter, was right next to me before I knew it. When you say "nearby", you might think how long it will be. It was really close."Wear!?" I don't know what I was confused about, but it stuck to my waist. Mr. Hirai is staring at me. Or rather, on my arm, mu, mu, mu, mu, mu, mu! It hits my chest, Mr. Hirai! ? What is it? What do you mean! ?"Uh-huh" Open your big eyes and stare. Mr. Hirai didn't move. I'm like a sculpture and can't move. But my chest, um, my chest! It's hitting my right arm...! Mr. Hirai! ! Eh, really this. What is this, what should I do? Are you inviting me? You can't do anything. There are security cameras on the ceiling! ? I want to die because I think I'm soft! !"I've been wondering about it for a long time, but now.""Huh... Huh?" Mr. Hirai finally opened his mouth and
Mr. Hirai held out his hand in front of me and said plainly."Wh..." I was stunned when he asked me to put my hand on his own. take a look? What……. Do you think you can look at me like that? Do you think you can see me? So easy. My feelings of suspicion about Mr. Hirai had already been read by her before I could express them. You know. Absolutely what I thought was impossible. However, I suddenly thought at the same time as I was suspicious. Isn't it a bit strange that you're holding out your hand with such an imposing look on my suspicion? If it's a guy who's lying and lining up bullshit, he should be vaguely deceiving me, and if I provide the evidence, he should be fooling around. But Mr. Hirai. Without doing such a thing, I'm showing off the leeway that I have evidence. Words that are firm and don't make you feel blurry and confident eyes. Between Mr. Hirai's outstretched hand and mine, I felt as if there was a line of demarcation that no one could ever touch... My thro
The scratch marks that were clearly visible on my neck were completely gone the next day.scabscabI didn't see one there. In front of the mirror in my bathroom, I had an irresistibly stupid face, but it couldn't be helped. I certainly saw it with my own eyes. In the restroom of the convenience store, there was a painful scar on my neck, as if I had scratched it with all my strength. I don't know why, but after washing my face this morning, I looked in the mirror to see how it was, and there was no trace of it. It wasn't really swollen or anything like that, nothing. This is ridiculous. It's obviously weird. Or rather, before the scars on my neck disappeared, I had an experience that was hard to describe in words. What was that? For some reason, Hirai-san came halfway through and I was relieved from some unknown pain, but if Hirai-san didn't show up, I would be the same. what happened I didn't think much about it until now, but since I started working part-time at a convenie
29: Anonymous: 05/13 18:34 that is serious 30: Anonymous: 05/13 18:34 I know famous places. It's near a suicide spot. 31: Anonymous: 05/13 18:39 Suicide spot! ? Hey ww 32: Anonymous: 05/13 18:41 I don't want to work part-time at a convenience store like that 33: Anonymous: 05/13 18:42 It's a mess at night, isn't it? Just imagining it ((((;゚Д゚)))) 34: Anonymous: 05/13 18:42 Oi, I looked it up and the hourly wage is pretty good Hey, it's close and I'm thinking of working 35: Anonymous: 05/13 18:42 Brave Descent www 36: Anonymous: 05/13 18:48 >>34 stop 37: Anonymous: 05/13 18:48 >>34 stop it It's not like it's really dangerous there 38: Anonymous: 05/13 18:53 Night shift is boring I'm too busy 39: Anonymous: 05/13 18:54 not in a spiritual sense 40: Anonymous: 05/13 18:55 >>34 That's crazy. You should stop Because it becomes a gathering place for spirits at night. Heck, that place itself has a strong spiritual magnetic field, so if you don't like it, yo
Let's stop... Seeing that far, I clicked the X mark in the upper right corner of the screen and closed the page. It seems that the writing continued after that, but I didn't feel like reading it all. I can't see the faces of the posts on the internet, and I can say whatever I want to say, and I've seen it in the posts, but it's stupid to believe. What do you get when you see that? Turn on the fan, pull one out of the cigarette box on the desk and light it. I wonder if I've become a summer heat exhaustion, but my body hasn't been feeling well lately. Well, since I started the night shift, the day and night are reversed, it's normal to get sick. I'm getting plenty of sleep, but even with that, my whole body feels sluggish. If I go tomorrow, it will be a week since I worked at that convenience store. And finally, the first meeting with the rumored Mr. Takenaka. It's not that I'm nervous, but somehow I'm afraid to meet Mr. Takenaka. I wonder if something will happen during the p
"- So, that's all the story I experienced." If you say so with the feeling of folding a picture-story show after reading. Right and left of me, dozens of shaved heads lying down in front of me or sitting on the futons, like, huh. Whoa. Uhi or something. Hawa or something. I let out a sigh at the same time. Phew……. She seemed satisfied at last, and she was relieved. I never thought I would tell this story from beginning to end... I remember that horrifyingly. A strange and unusual story that I experienced in the summer of my 25th year that I will never forget. I've been telling this story over and over again to my lovely students who are members of the baseball club. It all started on the night of the summer training camp, when we were talking about ghost stories. Even though my way of speaking and the content of the story are scary, they are very popular with Chubo who loves such stories. As a result, the annual big event of the summer training camp has become the rule of "Direc
3 The four of them replied to each other separately, and left the cemetery while stumbling, saying that it was too bad they would miss the train. While being carried in a wheelchair and being swayed in various directions. I turned around there. Hinata--. I stare at the grave of the Hyuga family, where the smoke of incense still rises, as it recedes. Hinata is nowhere to be seen. There is incense smoke and a bouquet of flowers... Hinata is no more. The cemetery is still empty, and the fallen leaves are blowing in the wind. Seeing that, a particularly strong tailwind swallowed me who felt a little lonely. I felt like that was encouragement from him. I put the feeling of being pulled back in my heart. I tell myself that from this moment on, I will also set off on a new path."Abayo, Hinata" I slowly turned my face forward and muttered. --Abayo, Senpai--. Yes, I heard it from somewhere. I felt
The trees around the cemetery have turned red and the leaves are slowly falling. Overhead, countless red dragonflies fly here and there, seemingly busy searching for their destined partner. The lingering summer heat has passed, and the season is already dyed in autumn colors. The red dot-patterned blanket on her lap is my sister's personal item. If a man asks his mother how he can use such a woman. I was pushed through with a single point of insistence, just use it and run it. Even though it's not that cold yet, it's too much of an exaggeration to go outside. At the end of the day, she recommended me a woolen hat and a warmer."It doesn't look like this, does it? I'll tell you, it's not mine." The person I talked to was Hinata... not the tombstone of the Hinata family."I came to thank you, I'm late... I'm sorry... I really wanted to come a little earlier, but it's this mess, so it took a lot of time." Two months after that――. There were no problems with the test results, and I wa
"Thank you very much, Mr. Takenaka. It was a short time, but I'm really glad that I was able to work with Mr. and Mrs. Takenaka at that convenience store." I feel like my life has changed drastically. Even in a bad way. In a good way.“I have bad memories, and my body has become inconvenient.” I'm living like this thanks to everyone's help. And I couldn't be more impressed. I just somehow managed to live for 25 years. After 25 years, I finally realized something obvious that I should have noticed. When I realized that, I couldn't stop crying because I didn't know if it was frustrating or happy. Now I can feel from the bottom of my heart that I'm glad I noticed. I was valued by those around me more than I thought. And I, who thought that I just existed, was helpless, a weak creature that could not live without the support of those around me. And now I can feel gratitude for that support. In other words, what I'm trying to say is... everyone, everyone is "not alone", I guess.
Ayame, who was listening to Mr. Takenaka's proposal, did not know that the method would work, and furthermore, he would have to bear a considerable risk to make it work. I arrived at my alma mater before the sun even rose, and sneaked into the old school building. Saying that every minute is a race, he even broke the key soberly. The rooftop of a deserted old school building. Even without summoning him, Hinata appeared there with a frightening atmosphere. Lost what it used to be, now turning into an evil spirit that only tries to drag people to death."Even if it's only for a few years, if you stay in one place for a long time, your soul will be defiled and you'll become something terrible. When you first appeared in front of us, that girl..." Unable to form even his original form, he forgot who he was. He was generating his own spiritual magnetic field on his roof. Aside from the dialogue, if you take one step closer, it will attack you without delay."I told Takenaka to get out
"--Yeah, it's okay, it looks like you've been saved." The analogy applies, surfacing from the dark, cold ocean floor. I felt a faint light on my eyelids, and a certain weight around my lower body. I woke up Really, this time. I lifted my eyelids and stood still for a few moments, wondering again and again. The wind that feels like a swaying curtain, the voice of cicadas, and above all, the sun that I haven't seen in a long time. I was 80% convinced that this was real, but I still couldn't let my guard down. Because.... A man in a suspicious suit, who must have been there before I opened my eyes, is sitting majestically around my lower body, and has been gesticulating and chatting with his mobile phone for a while now. Am I still having a strange dream, or should I say, this place is... More importantly, am I still alive?"So it's okay now, you don't have to come over here Akane--. It's solved. You're trying to call the doctor again, right? I don't know what will happen. Haha.
After that, Hinata fell silent for a while, then lowered her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes apologetically.“It’s not murder or bullying. It's just a little... I just screwed up.』"What does that mean?""Well, it's embarrassing to start talking about it." Even when I tell him not to play around, Hinata only covers it up and doesn't give a clear reason."Like I said earlier, I don't have much time... so could you please save this story for another time, for the sake of my face?" Stick your tongue out from the corner of your mouth and play around. Do you think I'll agree with that?“Besides that, I have to apologize to my seniors. Because I died in such a way... Senpai, after that, I was accused of various things, and I had a hard time... I... I didn't think I'd misunderstand like this... Senpai, I had a lot of pain without my knowledge. sorry" Just when I thought she was joking around, Hinata politely bowed her head while letting her black hair flow forward."Why are you apologizin
at the same time. The woman who had cornered me and was trying to finish her off fell away from me as soon as I met her gaze in the sun, ran into a corner of the back room while letting out a high-pitched scream, and began to cower and shiver violently. rice field. It seemed to be frightened by the real thing that appeared with a squeaky, wordless cry.『That girl is a fake me created by a senior.』"Oh... I"“Yamayama wants to explain, but I also have a time limit.” Saying that, Hinata lifted my body from the floor.“So, in a nutshell…..I have something I really want to tell you about that day.” That day--."... Hinata... that's right... you.... I... I...!" Words can be understood--. With joy and a sense of guilt that transcends it, I grabbed the little Hinata by the shoulders."Whatever you say, it's too late..." I spit it out as if telling myself. Words get stuck in my throat, I'm at a loss as to what to say. I hesitated, but I felt like I had to say it, I had to face it, I h
be killed--. My vision narrows with thoughts colored by fear. People often say that when they die, they get a glimpse of the sum of their lives, such as a revolving lantern, but that kind of thing didn't regenerate in me. Head to toe, mouth, nose, ears. Up to the holes in the whole body. Everything was filled with despair. Consciousness falls into the bottomless abyss. I felt my life run out. Right after that. A mediocre chime that didn't suit the tense atmosphere enough to make me laugh――stopped my consciousness that was about to fade away. Sound of automatic doors. Did someone... come? No footsteps. who……. With tears and lack of oxygenhazeKasumiThe field of vision that was affected. But I did see it. Dive through the door, go through the counter, and approach the back room. Something like a white mist. Drifting in the air, it entered the back room and came over to my side where it was being ridden. Then, as I crouched down next to my face, I stayed still there, and