When it was junior high school.
Due to my father's work, I decided to live in a rented house in Y city for a while.
Although it looks old, it looks bad, surrounded by bamboo groves and greenery and filled with nature, I myself liked it, but my older sister seemed to hate this house because the inspiration is quite strong .
On the day of moving, as I entered inside, there was a sticky place like something bad.
Kitchen, bathroom, stairs back ....
My older sister muttered as "after all."
From that day on, the sounds of the stairs gently.
Sound climbing the stairs, with a whip. People.
There was a strange thing that I could not stop counting.
I feel that I do not have any inspiration, anyway.
A friend's mother who became friends in the neighborhood decided before the next moving place decided
"Actually, there are young couple hanging on hanging over there, because they are so creepy that I could not say it."
When I told you, the cold did not stop.
The most frightening thing is