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When I lived alone in a rented house, there were days when the sliding doors would open by themselves at night. Not fully open, but about halfway. It didn't happen every day, though. It wasn't like anything bad happened when it opened, or there were strange noises or smells. I thought, 'It's a bit creepy, but it's not harmful, so it's fine,' and left it alone. After a while, I told a friend about it, and they found it interesting and came over to stay. This phenomenon happened about once every three days. They planned to stay for the rest of the week, brought extra clothes, and we had a really fun first day. On the second day, the sliding door opened about halfway. My friend calmly said, 'Maybe it's not a ghost, but the ground or some other cause is opening it,' and reached for the edge of the door to close it. Then, the door slammed shut forcefully. I pulled my hand back quickly, so I wasn't hurt, but I was startled because I almost got my hand caught. It had never happened before, and I got scared by the 'malice' I felt for the first time. We suddenly evacuated to my friend's house that day, and when I came back the next day, the sliding door was half-open again. I couldn't move out right away and lived there for about three more months. Fortunately, nothing else happened besides the sliding door opening.

I read a dream story, so I'll share one of mine too. I'm not good with sci-fi. I struggle with space operas. It's okay if you're bewildered, but I'm someone who's never seen 'Close Encounters of the Third Kind' or 'Star Wars'. Yet, somehow, I occasionally dream of UFOs? Or UAPs, as they're called now? These dreams I saw long ago and can't forget. For some reason, my parents and I are there, looking at the sky... UFOs are ascending in the sky. My parents and I just look up and say, 'We're going to another star, aren't we...' as we watch them go. Then the scene changes, and somehow I'm in a place full of instruments. In the room?, there are many colorful computers and lots of people. And somehow, I understand. 'The various colors of the UFO are the colors of these computers...' I think. And when I'm there, there's a light? in the center of the room?, and people are coming and going from it. I also got out and looked... the feeling of floating gently, stopping, and then slowly descending. That's when I woke up... but the vivid colors and beauty of the dream UFO are unforgettable memories.

A story from the past (about 10 years ago?). Behind the house I lived in back then, there was a children's park across a chain-link fence. Kids would come home from school and others would come with their parents to play. It was a small park with just a sandbox, swings, and a jungle gym in the middle of the sandbox, but many children still came to play. One night, I was asleep when I heard children's laughter. 'What irresponsible parents,' I thought, 'bringing their kids out to play at this hour,' and I started to sweat. I felt like I had slept quite a bit, and it was past 10 PM. 'There's no way they'd be here at this time,' I thought, and at that moment, a voice in my head said, 'Let's play...'. I saw the ankles of two children in my mind. Terrified, I chanted 'Nam Myoho Renge Kyo,' and the laughter replied, 'Nam Myoho Renge Kyo♪' before fading away. Relieved, I checked the clock by my pillow. It was past 1:30 AM... the witching hour. It sounds too dramatic, but it really happened. It was scary, but it felt like I played with ghosts.

This is a story about a two-story apartment building that was near the housing complex where I lived as a child. There were two two-story apartment buildings standing side-by-side. I vaguely recall hearing that the apartments were built after demolishing a house that used to be there, but I'm not sure. I also seem to remember hearing that something happened at that house, but again, I'm not certain. Around the time I was about to start elementary school, a fire broke out in one of the apartments. Fortunately, it was said that only a few people were injured. Not long after, shortly after it was rebuilt, another fire occurred. After that, the apartment was never rebuilt and the site became a parking lot. More than a decade later, when I was leaving the area, I heard someone mention the apartment as part of a collection of nostalgic stories. Why wasn't it rebuilt after the second fire? Apparently, there was a victim in the second fire. The area where the apartment stood was a residential neighborhood. At night, multiple people reportedly witnessed a red, burning human figure writhing within the charred remains of the apartment. They say a fortune teller told them that it wasn't land meant for people to live on.

I tend to dream quite a lot~ For example, dreams about playing at an amusement park, or going to an aquarium. I'll share a slightly scary dream I just had today. Please bear with me since I only remember one part. (All of this is from a dream and did not actually happen. Thank you for your understanding) My sister and I lived in a certain village. Every day, when we woke up, our routine was to explore the village. One day, we went down the mountain a bit and found a place that looked like the sea. As we walked along the coast, we found a door. It was submerged in the sea and clearly looked impassable. At that moment, I had a brief vision. Women struggling and suffering in the sea. I didn't understand it well at the time, so we went back. Then, after a while, when we both went there, the tide had gone out, so the door wasn't submerged and seemed like it could be opened. My sister approached the door and reached for the handle. ...A message appeared in my mind: 'Do you want to open this door?', but we were both too scared to open it. ...To be continued in the comments

Apparently, when I had a fever as a child, I suddenly woke up and asked my mom, 'Why was Dad peeking in earlier?' But at that time, my dad was taking a bath (he usually takes long baths)... I don't remember it at all. Could it have been a hallucination, a dream, the work of a spirit, or just something my dad made up? If it was a spirit, could it have been my great-grandmother? Because I remember her being kind to me.