I do not think he is scared to hear scary stories.
The most scary thing is human beings.
That was the autumn that the lingering heat remained.
I woke up with a terrible sound from the house next door in the middle of the night.
The next house was a friend of a friend of a child, I watched the outside from the window of the room.
Then A's father rolled into the garden with one pants.
He was lynched by several men and was taken to somewhere elongated.
When I got scared and entered the futon, I cried that A's "I can not do it".
I was fainting in the futon in my face.
The next morning, Mr. A's house was messed up.
Everyone in the neighborhood started a day without saying anything without saying anything.
My mother rushed around trying to make money, but it seems I could not do it.
After a while the photos doing with you were scattered and disappeared somewhere with you.
The bread you heard in my dream was not a dream.