Anyone would be astounded when an object unexpectedly dropped in a quiet space, in the absence of anyone, without anyone touching it. Tonight, all kinds of strange things kept arising. Or perhaps I was simply exhausted. What fell was a cup of noodles on the center display shelf. It was roughly in the sa position as where the shadow had been.
The thought of it instilled an overwhelming sense of foreboding, nevertheless, I couldnt pretend to not notice, so I picked up the noodle cup and stepped out from the counter. Nothing looked out of the usual despite my inspection of the display shelves, leaving puzzled as to why it had fallen out.
That was uncanny. With trepidation, I picked up the fallen cup noodle and attempted to replace it on the shelf.
What
A slippery sensation was felt. I was so shocked that I detached my hand from the cup noodle. My left hand was stained with what looked like muddy water.
Why was this What was taking place? How could there be muddy water in a cup of noodles?
Aah Aah Aah Aah
Without warning, a voice resounded in my ear, bringing my thoughts to a halt. It was more like a low, muffled moan than a voice that sounded as if it were in distress. I wasnt mishearing or anything, it was a subdued voice that spoke in my ear, yet I could distinctly recognize it as a human voice.
It was not that of a normal human being, nonetheless. I intuitively thought so.
[That place is seriously dangerous.]
[Stop it.]
[Its screwed up there.]
[Things frequently broke out.]
[You might get possessed or start seeing things.]
The posts I had viewed on the Internet during the day flashed back to in a flash. My shoulders began trembling uncontrollably, and this ti I felt a bit of coldness.
Sothing was placed on my shoulder.
That awakened my eyes.
When I turned to look around with a start, I found that I was not in the store, but in the small back room that I had beco so accustod to. There I was, seated in a round chair. The cigarette I had placed in the ashtray had burned out and turned to ash.
I ca to the realization that I had been dreaming all along thanks to it.
Involuntarily, a sigh of relief was released. Perspiration was beading on my forehead. Apparently, after smoking a cigarette in the back room, I had fallen asleep against the wall.
That was why I had a nightmare. Even after wiping the sweat from my forehead, the mory of that sickening nightmare could not be easily dispelled. It was vividly present in my mind.
I had experienced an eerie dream. Strange occurrences had been plaguing lately, and even when I slept, I was still exhausted, so perhaps that was why I was having a bit of a ntal breakdown.
Good grief I cant believe I dread of such a horror movie-like performance.
Both of my shoulders felt heavy, probably due to the bizarre dream. Accompanied by a yawn, I made a broad, vertical stretch.
Understandably, that alone wasnt going to refresh but it felt like I had drifted off to sleep for quite a while and Takenaka was probably awake by now, so it was ti for him to take a break and switch places. At this point in ti, despite the unpleasant feeling I was experiencing, I wasnt overly concerned about it. Whether it was indeed a dream or otherwise, or what was caught on the security cara, I figured that the day would end like this.
I assud that today, again, would pass until morning without having to figure out the enigma.
Nonetheless, I was wrong.
Today marked the one-week period that I had been working here as a newcor. Things were not going to end like that.
My body, which was complaining of a sensation of lethargy, ached as my legs and back struggled to lift up. A sudden, painful ringing in my ears assailed subsequently. It was followed by a headache so severe I thought I was being pumled.
An incessant tsu sound persisted, disorienting from the flurry of changes in myself.
W-What.
Not good, dizziness was creeping up on , my pulse was racing, the ringing in my ears wouldnt relent, and both sounds sounded like alarm bells to . What used to be a blurred color image on the TV next to turned instantly to a black-and-white screen.
Eh
My gaze rested on the TV as I was perturbed by this strikingly abnormal phenonon. The mont I set my eyes on it, I couldnt tear my sight away from it.
After all, that black shadow reflected on the TV screen. On the monitor, the black shadow was standing on a display shelf in the center of the store. It was not facing the shelf, but facing the cara in my direction. It was focusing on .
Again, when the screen blurred drastically, the cara zood in by itself, and the figure grew increasingly in size. With each zoom-in, the figure was more distinct. Facing the cara was a man, approximately in his fifties, with a thick beard around his mouth, an ashen complexion and an expression lifeless reminiscent of a dead person.
His mouth was moving constantly, though, as if he were muttering sothing, and his two staring eyes were fixed on .
Terror
For the first ti, I genuinely felt that way. This was not a living person. Sothing was out of the ordinary, sothing was abnormal.
Was this a dream? Was this another dream or was I still asleep? I had to wake up at any cost, so I made a move to stimulate so part of my body and attempted to move my hand.
It wouldnt move Not only that, I couldnt shift my eyes away from the TV monitor. My neck couldnt move even a few milliters and my body wouldnt budge in the slightest.
Hey, what was happening?
Through the CRT, the man with a pale face locked eyes with , and I couldnt detach my attention from him. I wanted to avert my eyes, yet was unable to do so. My throat rattled. Even my voice failed to co out.
The TV reflecting the mans image beca distorted again, and started to create a sandstorm. Noises emanated from it as if it had malfunctioned.
What would happen this ti at the ti I wondered that
The face of the man screaming in lantation flooded the screen.
[Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh]
My eardrums were pounded by the mans shrill, wailful voice.
Hie
Even though my body was immobile, my heart skipped a beat and I felt a layer of tears forming over my eyes from an unprecedented terror. It was then that the firm spirit I had retained within collapsed and burst all at once.
The TV displayed the mans face for several seconds before reverting to a sandstorm.
A-Ah
Please no more.
Stop it.
I didnt want to see it. I didnt want to hear it.
Not anymore.
Sobody, please save . Even as I struggled to articulate these words, nothing but faint breaths escaped my mouth.
Even so, the terror was not over yet. Panic overca as if to hunt down. Tsu. The ringing in my ears had been replaced by a mysterious noise that sounded like a piano wire strained to its limits.
It was nauseating.
The sound was so insistent that it lulled into the illusion that my brain was being constricted.
It was discomforting.
Then, accompanied by the sound of water, I felt a small shock on my right shoulder.
Sothing landed on .
If only I had fainted there, how fortunate I would have been. The coldnes spreading to my shoulder kept absolutely conscious.
The coldness sweeping over my shoulders was sothing I never wanted to see. Sothing crawled up, and the next mont, it ca into my sight.
Fingernails, discolored to an unbelievable shade of color. Blistered, soft, and thick fingers.
On my right shoulder was a pale, soaked hand that no longer seed to belong to a human being.
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