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When I used to work at a nursing home, there was a resident who required constant supervision during their naps due to medication. While watching over them, I would always sense a presence in the hallway. It would have been fine if it was just someone passing by, but every time I looked, there was no one there, not in the hallway either. Given the nature of a nursing home, where residents are primarily in wheelchairs or have difficulty walking, it's almost impossible to sense a presence in a straight, clear hallway and find no one there. Other staff members also sensed it and always thought it was in this specific spot. I feel like these kinds of things happen quite often in hospitals and nursing homes.

About two years ago, I suddenly started hearing a cat's meow. It was summer and the windows were open, so I thought it might be outside and didn't think much of it at the time. From that day on, it seemed to meow every day, no matter where I went, even on the train. On the second day, I got a little annoyed and searched everywhere around me, but I couldn't see any cat. I could hear it for about a week, but I never saw the cat during that week. At the time, I was really scared, thinking maybe a ghost was haunting me, but now it's a bit of a fond memory.

Not long after I joined the company, my mother came to drop off something I'd forgotten and mentioned that there were ghosts standing in the corners of the room and along the walls. (She said there was one floating near the ceiling too.) They weren't malicious, and since I couldn't see them, I didn't mind and focused on my work, eventually forgetting all about it. (It wasn't a haunted property.) One year, the number of staff decreased, and for efficiency... they boldly removed the walls, making it a single open floor. However, the restrooms couldn't be moved due to piping issues and remained standing alone in the center. Come to think of it, what happened to the ghosts...? After closing one day, a senior colleague who was on restroom duty was cleaning the women's restroom when they heard the sound of running water from the adjacent men's restroom. Thinking another employee had cleaned it, they said thank you, but were told no one had gone into the restroom... They rushed to check, but it wasn't just uncleaned; it wasn't even wet... they complained about it later with a pale face. At that time, my mother happened to pass by, and I had her look from the entrance. She said they were densely packed in the restroom and the situation was bad. She couldn't see the area where the restroom was, it was pitch black, and she was too scared to go near it... Later, the senior colleague replaced the light bulbs with brighter ones and put down salt offerings, but it's unclear if it had any effect. However, When I walk past there, I can still hear the sound of running water, even though no water is flowing.

Just the other day, as I was about to sleep at night, I heard a sound like stones hitting and rolling from the entrance. I asked my son, "Can you hear that sound?" and he replied, "What sound? I can't hear anything at all?" I was already scared at that point, but the sound didn't stop, so I mustered up the courage to check the entrance. It turned out I hadn't locked the door after my son came home. When I locked it, the sound stopped... I thought, "If it's open, wouldn't it be easier to just come in?" and went to bed, still a bit spooked... The next morning, I checked outside and the entrance wasn't dented at all, nor were there any stone fragments on the ground. I wonder if it was a ghost or something? :(´◦ω◦｀): *shivers*

I've had the alarm go off before too🤣 Sorry it's not a horror story👻 but I set off the smoke alarm because of the stove😭 (Fire🔥 Fire🔥) ( > < ) I know I should have just turned on the fan I'm short, so I skipped the effort of stretching to turn it on😭 Even now, I rarely turn on the fan, so it's a battle with the smoke detector⚔️ That's why I only make things I can microwave, yet my recipe collection keeps growing💦

My home's smoke detector started making a noise around 3 AM, saying "Fire! Fire! Whoooooosh!" and it wouldn't stop, which was a real problem. It wasn't actually a fire, and I hadn't been cooking or smoking, so there was no smoke. I thought it must be broken, so I took out the batteries and left it. But just as I was starting to doze off, it went off one more time and woke me up. I thought, "You darn thing!" 💢 The next day, I had a friend who works at an electronics store take a look, and they said, "It's probably not broken anywhere." They even added, "If you removed the batteries, there's no way it would make a sound. It's impossible for residual electricity or anything." My friend and I both turned pale. Anyway, they put the batteries back in and gave it back to me. I went home and put it back in its original spot. Around 11 PM that same day. It started ringing again. Even though I said, "This is too scary!!" and took out the batteries, the sound just wouldn't stop. My partner was working the night shift and I couldn't reach them, so I called a friend who had quit their black company job and was enjoying being a NEET, even though I knew it would be a bother. The sound stopped when I called. Just as I was feeling relieved, my friend who answered the phone said, "...? Huh? Is that a weird noise coming from your end? Like a brazier, you know. It's crackling, what is that? Are you okay?" At that point, I knew I was done for 🫠 and ran out of my house to the convenience store. That's the memory.

I haven't had many strange experiences, but something odd happened when I was a child. This was when I was in elementary school. I was walking last in my school group when I felt a 'thump' as if someone pushed my back, which was carrying my backpack. Surprised and stumbling, I looked back. No one was there. But the dent and impact on my backpack from being pushed felt too real to dismiss as just my imagination. I'd sometimes recall it during class and zone out, wondering, 'What was that?' I wasn't scared. On my way home, I recited an exorcism phrase I learned from a manga. I felt a little thrill. It was just a imitation, a game. Then, a tremendous gust of wind blew from behind me. A strangely lukewarm, howling wind that sounded scary. Suddenly, I became scared. I felt like I was being scolded. I hurried home and that night, I felt unwell and came down with a fever.

The main story is here↓ [Playio] The story about the dormitory room I used to live in, which was psychologically defective. https://link.playio.co/h22275 I asked my mom about something that bothered me from the above. She said her memory was pretty hazy since it was a long time ago... (If you haven't read the main story yet, you probably won't understand this without reading that first.) Q. That stranger, did he really die there? A. Maybe it wasn't in that room. There's a possibility he drifted in from nearby. Q. It's not something you can prepare to pass on so quickly, right? A. The person who was protecting me at the time... seems to have acted first. It was my grandma who was there then lol "Huh... Was that person a spiritual medium or something?" "Yeah, yeah lol It seems like they persuaded him before I even noticed. So, all I did was give a little push at the end." In a way, a professional intervened 🤣

This is a story from when I was in the lower grades of elementary school. There's a place called Gotenyama next to the elementary school. Since it was technically a mountain, the rule was that we could only play there during lunch break when a teacher was present. There was a large open space at the top with playground equipment. Next to the open space, there was a path shaped like a '凸' that overlooked the area from above. The other side was just a path. The '凸' part was about 3 meters high towards the open space, and the path on the opposite side was about 4 meters high, with a pretty steep slope of about 60-70 degrees. As an adult now, it's probably possible to run down it. To a child, it looked like a cliff that wasn't not high. Towards the end of lunch break, the boys were playing a game of running down it, like a dare. I, who always played with the boys, decided to try it too. I went up to the path at the top, but when I looked down, I got scared and was about to give up when... Someone pushed me from behind, saying "Die, [Last Name] ▲▲," and shoved me down the slope. I didn't fall all the way down and stopped midway, but I was in a situation where it was too difficult to climb back up and too scary to slide down. I somehow managed to climb back up and returned to the classroom just before the afternoon classes started, having spent the entire lunch break climbing the slope.

Literally a story about a dream. Talent Kitano Makoto once said on a radio show's ghost story special, 'Why do female ghosts always wear white dresses? When they appear, they have long hair and wear a white dress...' I heard it and thought, 'Oh, so that's how it is.' One night, I had a dream. I was sitting at a desk in my room, writing. Suddenly, I saw the hem of a white skirt (a flared type) beyond the desk. When I looked up, it was my sister. 'Ah, it's my sister...' She was standing beyond the desk with bobbed? shoulder-length hair. In that instant, I remembered that my sister wasn't home and wasn't here. The face of the woman in front of me blurred. I don't know why I thought it was my sister. I suddenly thought it was my sister upon seeing the suddenly appearing white skirt. Then, while looking at the blurry white flared skirt, I thought, 'Ah, this is how ghosts appear,' and then I woke up. That's the story.