The Day I Stuck in the Old Mansion: Endless Suffering
Chapter 1: The Beginning of Everything
It was Saturday, July 4, 2025.
The day my grandfather passed away due to a mysterious illness. Many said he was cursed; some claimed he was attacked by evil spirits. Yet… no one really knew what had happened. It was as if my grandfather had been killed by the wind itself.
"Amane," my father spoke, his tone like someone who had just won the jackpot.
"We've inherited grandfather's mansion!"
Huh? Grandfather wasn't supposed to own a mansion.
"He bought it at an auction in 1956," my father said. His words sent shivers down my spine.
Are you sure the house isn't haunted?
"Haunted… I don't know. But the house is still in a state of disrepair, so we'll have to go fix it."
Huh… we have to fix it? Why not just hire someone?
"You know… ever since that incident three years ago, you've been too scared to go anywhere creepy."
Yes. That was my first paranormal experience. The first time I gained the ability to see and touch spirits.
It happened in Tokyo in April. Back then, I loved exploring haunted places with my friends. We even did live streams to gain popularity. But… something attacked us. Something black, with blood-red eyes, and every breath it took smelled like a corpse that had been decaying for years.
It attacked my friends one by one. In panic, I jumped from a window, but my foot slipped and I passed out there. When I woke up, no one seemed to know what had happened. I kept asking people where my friends were, but it was as if no one had ever known them. Eventually, I realized that all memories of my friends had been erased—even their own families didn't recognize them.
It was a tragic incident, but it also left me with deep trauma regarding anything related to the supernatural. Since then, I've been extremely cautious and afraid of haunted places.