Ghost Shrine

Knowing or perhaps not knowing my love for the occult,a friend of mine, A, who I wasn’t very close to, started talking to me.

Not just “not close”

—I had stolen his girlfriend,so things were definitely awkward (though A hadn’t found out).

A said, “I’ve seen ghosts twice at the ○△ Shrine. You live nearby, right? Never go there at 1 a.m.”

If someone were easily scared, they’d avoid the place entirely,even during the day after hearing that.

But me? I couldn’t resist—I was itching to go.

The shrine was surrounded by mountains on all sides,and the only way in was by climbing a 40- or 50-step staircase.

But I chose a hidden route—a rough path cutting through the woods—because I knew it well and wanted to observe the ghosts from the shadows.

When I checked the time, it was 20 minutes early.

“Maybe I came too soon,”

I thought, as I looked around carefully.

That’s when I noticed a shadowy figure near the spot where the stairs would lead.

“Here it comes—a ghost!”

I thought, squinting to get a better look.

It turned out to be A, hiding and holding a kitchen knife.

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