Knowing or not, my love of the occult
My friend B, who I don’t get along with very well, started talking to me.
Not only because we don’t get along, but also because I stole his girlfriend.
It’s pretty awkward (B doesn’t know).
B”I saw a ghost twice at the XXX shrine.
You’re in the neighborhood, so don’t ever go there at 1 a.m.”
I was itching to go.
The shrine is surrounded by trees on all sides.
The only way to get in is to climb 4 or 50 steps.
I chose a route through the woods, going up.
I wanted to get there without being spotted by the ghost.
I looked at my watch. 20 minutes ago.
I looked around and wondered if I had come too early.
If you climb the stairs, you’ll see a figure by the place where you arrive.
I thought to myself, “There’s the ghost!”
But It was B hiding with a kitchen knife.
