Masuk"Jeez!" Rin let out a soft cry. "So that office employee is also a ghost?"
Zura nodded in agreement. "Yes," he replied. "Terrible, right? Asking someone who turned out to be a curious spirit. His appearance was quite convincing, but who would have thought, if he was also a ghost? And, on second thought, he was quite suspicious."
Rin seemed to think for a moment. "Well, you're right," he said. "He doesn't seem to care at all. Isn't that natural? Being apathetic in this day and age is understandable everywhere?"
"What are you talking about?" asked Kyeo, the demon snorted softly. Somehow, hearing one or two people discuss such insignificant things made him feel annoyed. "Better to continue with another story, then comment again."
Zura smiled faintly. "Yes, Kyeo-sama, you're right. Now, I will bring another Kaidan entitled CELLPHONE. Listen carefully to this story, because it will be no less creepy than the others ...."
***
This story happened at a time when mobile phones were just being introduced and not many people had them.
There is a school student who lives in a village. His parents bought him a cell phone as a birthday present.
Of course he is very happy. But the problem is, in that village only he has a cell phone. So he couldn't use it to chat with his school friends.
One day, he got a text on his phone.
"Hi, I'm looking for friends. I'm sending this SMS to a random number. If you want, will you be my friend? "
Of course the "stray" message made him very happy. He immediately sent a reply.
Since then, the two of them often send short messages. From the text he got, the girl learned a few things about her new friend. He is a young man and is now in high school. The girl was more pleased when she found out that the young man was the same age as him.
But what the young man always talked about was the TV program and the school. He never talked about his house. In fact, he always refused to answer when asked for his home address.
One day, the girl made up her mind and sent a message to the young man.
"I want to hear your voice. Will you call me at 8 tonight? "
The young man replied, "Of course! I also want to hear your voice. "
The girl is very happy. He couldn't wait until 8pm.
That night, at exactly 8pm, his cell phone rang. Apparently from that young man.
The girl, thinking that one day she would like to hear the conversation again, decided to record it.
They are so busy talking on the phone that they forget the time. The girl looked at the clock and realized it was 9.30pm already.
"Wow, it's already late at night. Tomorrow morning I have to go to school so I have to sleep now. " The girl said, "We'll talk another time."
Then they ended their conversation.
He tried to think what they were talking about on the phone. But strangely, he couldn't remember. He only remembers he felt very happy earlier.
After that, he fell asleep asleep.
But suddenly,
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!"
The girl opened her eyes and saw her mother yell at her.
To his surprise, he realized that he had almost fallen out of the window. His feet felt on the edge of the window in his room which was in his room on the second floor. It was 2 in the morning.
Her mother apparently heard a voice from the girl's room. Feeling bad, the mother decided to check it out.
The girl was very confused. He doesn't remember climbing this window in the middle of his sleep.
Suddenly, he remembered the conversation he had with the young man. He then played the recorded conversation on the phone.
But all he heard was,
"YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE OF JUMPING FROM THE WINDOW 2 IN THE MORNING. YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE OF JUMPING FROM 2 HOUR WINDOWS. YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE OF JUMPING FROM 2 HOUR WINDOWS. YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE OF JUMPING FROM 2 HOUR WINDOWS. YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE OF JUMPING FROM 2 HOUR WINDOWS. YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE OF JUMPING FROM THE 2 HOUR WINDOW. YOU WILL DIE FROM JUMPING FROM THE 2 HOUR WINDOW. YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE OF JUMPING FROM 2 HOUR WINDOWS. YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE OF JUMPING FROM 2 HOUR WINDOWS. YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE OF JUMPING FROM 2 HOUR WINDOWS. YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE OF JUMPING FROM 2 HOUR WINDOWS. YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE OF JUMPING FROM THE 2 HOUR WINDOW. "
***
"It's a less scary story," Kyeo commented in a trivial tone. "Give me another story, Zura."
Rin didn't say anything, but the girl turned all her attention to Zura. He has finished eating and is ready to listen to other stories from the demon Onigama.
"All right, let's get to the next story. With the title CRY OF A CAT. Listen and listen carefully ...."
***
“Every day, day and night, I always hear 'His' voice! I can't take it anymore !!! ” Suzuki argues again with his girlfriend, Natsumi. But as usual, the girl did not respond and was absorbed in watching television.
[Note: it looks like 'Nya her' is how a cat sounds to Japanese people]
Suzuki has lost his job for several months and "hitched a ride" at his girlfriend Natsumi's house. But instead of getting closer, Suzuki actually felt even more incompatible with the girl. The reason is, Suzuki really hates cats (he thinks they are pests). On the other hand, Natsumi loves them very much. In fact, he provides cat food outside his apartment door for the stray cats who live there.
"Yes, obviously they are gathered here! Every day you provide free food for them! "
But Natsumi never bothered about it. He's just continuing the habit and he seems very comfortable around cats.
That morning, after breakfast, he prepared cat food which he placed outside his apartment. When some of the cats started to gather and eat them, he spent time petting them, then went to work.
Suzuki spends the time lying on the tatami while watching TV, but the sound of cats fighting outside is disturbing. Suzuki was disgusted and decided to end everything. He went to the nearest supermarket and bought rat poison.
Suzuki waited for the next morning when Natsumi prepared cat food as usual. After Natsumi left, then he launched his plan. He put poison into the cat's food. The animals didn't seem suspicious of him. He continued watching TV and soon, he heard the sound of the cats choking and dying outside. Suzuki smiled with satisfaction.
"I'll clean up their bodies before Natsumi comes home." promise to himself. But he overslept instead.
"Woe!" he exclaimed when he woke up and saw Natsumi had come home cooking. He must have seen the corpses of the cats outside. But Natsumi didn't seem to be discussing it, so Suzuki concluded that maybe the girl thought the cats' deaths were natural.
Natsumi didn't talk much (didn't even ask if the young man had applied for a job as usual) and Suzuki only ate the soup he provided. That night Suzuki felt that he slept very soundly because he didn't need to hear the noise of cats from outside.
That morning, after Natsumi left, Suzuki felt something stuck in his throat. He hurriedly went to the bathroom to vomit it up, but no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't come out.
"Its ..."
There was another cat sound, but this time from inside the house.
"Gosh, those pesky cats again!" he shouted, "I haven't given up yet!"
Suzuki tried to find the origin of the sound. Is it possible now that Natsumi put the cats in the house?
But strangely, he heard that voice from inside the refrigerator.
Slowly, Suzuki opened it and gasped, almost vomiting. Inside was cut flesh with its colorful fur still attached; yellow, black and white. The meat looked like it had been cut into pieces. He turned his head and saw that in the pot, there was still meat left over from the soup that Natsumi cooked yesterday.
Suzuki ran back to the bathroom, trying to vomit it up.
But what came out was only the lump of hair that had been stuck in his throat.
Suzuki kept trying to throw up until he cried.
He is now worried about rat poison that might still be left in the cat's flesh.
***
"What's wrong, Rin?" Zura asked while seeing the Akibara girl wiping her wet face. Rin sobbed softly then shook her head a little. "I'm fine, just continue your story, Zura."
Zura smiled knowingly. "Well, the title this time is CRAYON. Listen carefully ...."
***
I heard this story from a real estate agent.
One day he managed to sell a house to a musician. The musician lives alone and often plays his favorite violin every night. Once, he went to the real estate agent and said there was something strange about a room in his new home.
Every time he entered the room, he always got goosebumps. For some reason, he felt that the atmosphere of the room was different from other parts of the house. He then realized that the corridor of the room was 1 meter narrower than the other rooms. He wondered if that was what caused the room's strange atmosphere.
He wondered why this room was narrower. He tapped the wall and said he heard an echo, as if behind the wall was an empty room. He thought that there was some kind of partition that the previous owner of the house had built.
He had a bad feeling when he heard it, so the real estate agent asked his manager's permission to break through the wall.
"I just didn't want a rotting corpse hidden in that cavity, but I found something even more terrifying ..."
The narrow cavity was empty, but the walls were scrawled out of red crayon.
It read, “NOISY! STOP YOUR BIOUNDS! NOISY! STOP YOUR BIOUNDS! NOISY! NOISY! NOISY! NOISY! NOISY!"
In the end, the man decided to move and the agent was reluctant to sell it back to someone else.
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