“It was her favourite hotel. She liked it for its beauty and majesty, the building and the furniture a tasteful blend of Japanese and Western culture. It even had a wonderful bar, where they served the best martini in the region.

She stayed in the corner room of the second floor that day, like she always did. She was a regular, and had been coming to this hotel for years, sometimes just to sleep there and feel the atmosphere.

The bed of her room was large and covered with silk sheets. Because she loved the hotel, and it was her favourite, she’d been looking forward to her stay there for weeks. However…when she dove onto her bed, she rolled over to find a small memo on her pillow. Of course she wondered what it said, and, thinking it was a message from the hotel, she took a look. On it was written: ‘There is a ghost that is always haunting this room.’

Thinking that it must be a prank from the hotel staff, who surely recognised her on sight by then, she left it. But…it still bothered her. Wouldn’t it bother you, too? Still, since it was her beloved hotel, she decided to enjoy herself and went to the bathroom there.

There, she found a wet bathtub, drained but still wet, as if..someone had just jused it. The cleaning maids surely wouldn’t have left such a mess; after all, the hotel was a wonderful place.

But… it was still obvious that it had been used.

She became scared and restless, and decided, in the end, not to take a bath, but to just go to sleep instead, wearing her favourite light purple pajamas.

She climbed into the bed and was just about ready to sleep….until she heard someone walking through her room.

Pata pata pata pata

Pata pata pata pata

It sounded soft, as if the person walking through her room was wearing slippers. But..there was no one there.

After that, there was a large creak.

A dent formed in the bedsheets, as if someone’s hands were pushing down on them, and she felt someone climbing into the bed. Of course, she thought it was the ghost, and, rigid with fear, she couldn’t move.

Then the entity that had entered her bed made a loud scraping noise and touched her arm.

Scared senseless, she crawled to the end of the bed…but the thing, also, stepped back as if shocked.

But again…zuru…zuru…. with that slow dragging sound, it approached her. She felt like it was peering at her. Somehow, she tried to escape, but the invisible thing grew closer, and closer.

It touched her again, and this time…she could hear something shrill, something….yes, like a scream. As if it was running wild, the thing let out a cry as it ran around the room, rattling the doorknob as if trying to escape.

Frightened out of her wits, she didn’t know what was going on, and couldn’t move from where she was sitting.

At that moment, her eyes fell….on that memo.

And like that, she discovered she had missed something before.

‘There is a ghost that is always haunting this room,’ it said.

‘It wears purple pajamas.’”

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