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This is a story my mother told me. My great-grandmother's house is quite old. When I was little, every year around the Obon festival, relatives would gather and stay over. We'd lay out 4 to 3 futons in one room (two rooms), and my great-grandparents would sleep in the living room. It was like 3-4 families gathering. One day, I noticed there was a room under the stairs and asked my mother, "If there's a room, can't I sleep there?" She told me, "That's a place you're not supposed to sleep." Inside, it was decorated like my uncle's hobby room, with lots of records, but it seemed like you could lay out futons there. When I got to be about high school age and asked again, She said, "If you sleep in that room, you'll definitely experience sleep paralysis and feel a chill." Apparently, for reasons like that, all the relatives avoid sleeping in that room. My mother didn't believe it either, but after sleeping in that room and experiencing sleep paralysis, she's been hesitant to enter it ever since.

Continuing from the previous 'Old Public Housing' story, a heartwarming tale. I found a cat, and two years later, my mother got a dog. They were good friends, so after the cat passed away, the dog became listless and developed dementia. The cat came to pick him up, but my mother apparently sent it back, saying 'It's too soon.' We lived while taking care of the dog, but there was talk of rebuilding, so we moved to a new house a year later. My mother said there was nothing there, and it was a house the family liked. One morning a while later, I felt something like paws running up the stairs and leaning against my feet as I slept. The cat's claws on its hind legs always made a clicking sound. When I told my mother, she said she got angry at the dog for coming to pick up the cat, saying 'It's too soon,' and it seemed to have sulked. In the winter, the dog couldn't get up anymore, and the following year, it fell asleep in my mother's arms. Apparently, the cat came to pick it up again. After that, all signs of it disappeared, and my mother seemed lonely. That spring, I was dozing alone in the living room when I felt something pulling my feet upwards. I couldn't move. At that moment, I heard clicking footsteps running over, and the sensation on my feet was released. I felt the cat leaning against my feet, and then the smell of the dog leaning against my head. It seems they came to help. After that, I haven't heard anything, as if they've moved on. I vowed not to sleep with my head facing the northeast, near the window that leads outside.

It's less scary and more of a strange story. For some reason, YouTube kept showing me topics about Kesaran Pasaran. They say you'll be blessed with good luck if you catch one? I remember hearing about it being featured on TV a long time ago, that it's a real creature, that its food is face powder, and that it reproduces by splitting. I was watching YouTube, recalling those things. One sweltering summer day, as I was walking up the stairs of a building that looked like a tenement, a fluffy thing floated towards me. Was it a dandelion seed? No, indoors like this? Could it be Kesaran Pasaran? So I tried to catch it with my hand. It definitely landed in my palm. When I gently opened my hand, there was... Not a fluffy ball, but a single long strand of hair. Was it my hair? It seemed too long for that (I have short hair). Without thinking, I flicked it away and hurried down the stairs, getting outside. It was a strange experience I had on a midsummer afternoon.

Thank you for your posts always. I enjoy reading your scary posts. This time it's my mother's experience. Although it's a hospital with complete nursing care now, back when my mother was hospitalized for an illness, accompanying visitors were allowed and overnight stays were possible, so I stayed overnight. It was a two-person room in the gynecology ward, but it was empty, and because there was a surgery scheduled, it was intentionally a two-person room with no one else. I couldn't fall asleep on the accompanying visitor's bed in that room and ended up dozing off while listening to the radio, then went home the next day. The next day, after the surgery, she was in that room. The day after that, my father went to the room where my mother was hospitalized. I was surprised when my father, upon returning home, said he was going to get an amulet at a large shrine ⛩️ in the neighboring town. He said he'd get it before it got dark and bring it to her, then left. I visited my mother at the hospital a few days later. My mother told me what happened. After the surgery, she found her usual bed uncomfortable, so she moved to the bed where I had stayed overnight. While sleeping there, she said that late at night, a woman standing beside her covered her nose. 'Help me!!' she screamed, but I guess she couldn't hear me~ my mother said, but I think her voice probably didn't come out. I slept in the accompanying visitor's bed too... but nothing happened to me.

I'd like to share a strange story from my middle school days. It happened when I was in second grade and we were doing a summer cleaning at the art club. The teacher gave us money and said, "Go buy your favorite drinks for everyone." So the vice president went to buy some juice, but there wasn't any for me. The vice president said, "Huh? When I met you at the entrance and said 'Good work,' I gave it to you, right?" But I was with my friends, so I hadn't gone anywhere. The president also testified, "She was here the whole time." The club members murmured, "That's scary." It all got brushed aside when the president bought juice for us anyway. I think there might be a girl in the first grade who looks just like me. When I'm walking my dog, some underclassmen I guess call out "XX-chan" from a distance. And a classmate once told me, "You're always running around the school, right?" I haven't actually met her, so I can't say for sure, but... ...I thought I was a fairly approachable upperclassman, so I was greatly shocked that they couldn't tell me apart. Personally, that's the scary part for me.

There was a time when I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or awake, and this is a story about that. After becoming a working adult and starting night shifts, there are times when your sense of dates and time becomes vague. Suddenly, I'd wake up to a subtle feeling, neither bright nor dark. Trying to check my phone to determine if it was evening or morning, my body wouldn't move. 'Whoa, sleep paralysis?' I'd think, struggling to move my body, and when I finally managed to move my hand towards my face with my phone, the screen was gray. 'Did the power go out?' I'd curse inwardly, but the charger was plugged in. As I held the power button to turn it on, I'd suddenly snap back to reality, finding myself lying on my back again. Trying to check my phone, the screen was still gray. Looking around the room to check the time, it was dim but bright enough to make out the furniture. Just as I thought I found the clock, I'd snap back again. 'Is this a dream?' I'd start to wonder, repeatedly checking my phone and looking for the clock. After a few times, this time I'd snap back to reality with a start from the brightness. It seemed my mother had come to wake me up for dinner, turning on the light. I wonder if one experiences the sensation of waking up multiple times within a dream?...

This is a continuation of the previous post, 'The Apartment I Lived in During My Childhood.' We moved after a vacancy opened up before I started kindergarten. I was happy to move into a larger, two-story house, but my mother complained, "The toilet is dark," and replaced the light bulb. She kept it as bright as daytime even at night. One night, my older brother went to the toilet under the stairs alone. He rushed back upstairs and burst into my parents' room. When my mother asked what was wrong, he tearfully reported, "There was a strange old man in the living room telling me to get out of my house." After that, my younger brother was born, my older brother got married, we started keeping a cat and a dog (which was allowed because they were old), I got a job, and we lived there for a long time. However, there was a problem with the seismic strength, so the building had to be rebuilt, and we moved again. Here's the reveal: The previous resident was an elderly man living alone. A neighbor noticed he hadn't been seen for a while and checked on him, only to discover he had passed away in the toilet several days prior. So, the man my brother saw was the deceased former resident, and the reason my mother insisted on keeping the light on was because he was still there. My brother's response of "It's MY house!" when he was yelled at is also quite something. My mother says, "I don't want to go in there now, and it's a miracle we could live there." To be told this now... I'm glad I'm not sensitive to ghosts!

Now, about the apartment complex I've mentioned a few times on this board. My father lived in a boarding house, and my mother lived with her parents. When we got married and were wondering where to live, we heard there was an empty unit in the apartment complex, so we decided to move in there. My father worked, so my mother was home alone during the day. Back then, many women were full-time housewives, and it wasn't looked upon favorably for women to work outside the home. For just the two of us, housework didn't take much time. We had just moved in, and there was no one we knew well nearby. As I was zoning out, the thought suddenly came to me, 'Hang a rope over there in the room…' I snapped out of it, thinking, 'No! That's not my thought!' Then, I wondered whose thought it was, and a man I didn't know came to mind. 'Ah, so you died here,' I thought. 'But you've been here all along, haven't you?' 'Your presence had faded,' she said. 'I can't do anything for you, and I'm not going to stay. You must go towards the light.' As I spoke to the man, I also prayed to my guardian spirit, 'Please send someone to guide this person.' After continuing this for a while, on the morning of the seventh day, the room felt incredibly bright. Since then, I haven't felt his presence, so I'm convinced he has moved on to the afterlife.

When you're in a quiet place, have you ever thought to yourself or had a conversation inside your head? Is this story an extension of that, or something directly inside the brain!? One night, I suddenly woke up and groggily sat up. It's still dark, so I should go back to sleep. I wonder if I can fall asleep again now, I was thinking casually. "Let's play." A voice higher than my own, like a young girl's, seemed to echo in my head. No, it's too dark now. "You're my big sister, right? Let's play, come on." I can't go, because I'm not your big sister. I have to sleep again, so bye-bye. I continued the conversation in my head without question. "Hmph." After that, the girl's voice disappeared. With a sigh, a sudden sense of fear washed over me. It was as if I had been numb to fear until now. What was that!? I panicked a little. I wondered if the nuance of "come on" really meant "let's go," and a chill ran down my spine. For now, I decided to be thankful that I was able to calmly refuse.

一つ前の職場の話なんですが おかしな部屋があるんですよね 夏その部屋だけ何故か2、3度室温が低いんです 日当たりが悪いとかもなく隣の部屋と比べても涼しいんですよね 夏は少し助かりますがちょっと不思議ですよね 余談なのですが結構古い老人ホームで改装を何回かしていたそうなんですが 初期の頃看取りなど〇くなった方の一時待機場所と使われていた部屋の所を改装した場所だったらしいです