Tired of the crowded city life, you moved to a small town near Yokohama. You bought 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, 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 force is applied.

…Die…

The neck moves. No, it rotates. Slowly, accompanied by a snapping sound. It... turns? It turns. It turns. It turns.

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

The face, having rotated exactly one full circle, looks at you again.

My… house…

The mouth opens. The jaw drops, and drops further, and keeps dropping even when it seems impossible. The sound of rotting flesh tearing apart can be heard.

… Broken.

At that moment, something that wasn't a sound flooded into your mind.

? ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

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