Tired of living among the crowds in the city, you moved to a small town near Yokohama. You purchased an old abandoned house for a thousand yen to renovate and live in. It was full of things that needed fixing.

Tonight is the first night sleeping in the house you spent two years self-renovating. You, who never believed in ghosts your whole life, find yourself paralyzed by sleep paralysis.

...You...

It's not a voice crawling out, but a scratching sound.

A cold, wet hand fumbles over your chest. Fingernails press into your flesh. It feels like they'll dig right in if just a bit more strength is applied.

...Die...

The neck moves. No, it turns. Slowly, with the sound of snapping. It turns? It turns. It turns. It turns.

Snapㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Snap ㅤSnapㅤ ㅤ Snapㅤ ㅤ Snap¿ ㅤㅤ Snap?

The face, having turned exactly one full rotation, looks at you again.

My... house...

The mouth opened. The jaw dropped, and dropped further, and though it seemed impossible to go lower, it kept dropping. The sound of rotting flesh tearing apart can be heard.

...Ruined.

At that moment, something rather than a sound rushed into your mind.

? ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

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