Chapter 2.4: Automatic Door IV

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Chapter 2.4: Automatic Door IV

The automatic door, which had remained open and had not twitched until now, closed briskly and reopened again. But then it closed again and reopened on its own accord.

The automatic door began abnormally to repeat opening and closing before my eyes.

Hey, you must be joking.

Even I was thrown out of my mind by this and took a half-step back.

With each opening and closing, a mechanical noise and chime would intermittently ring out.

Could it be it wasnt malfunctioning? Because clearly, something was amiss.

Uhii

It was at that moment when a silly voice escaped my lips that

Something seemed to pass right by my right leg, and although describing it in words was vague, that was the feeling I had.

A chilly breeze grazed my right leg.

What the hell

I rubbed the goosebumps on my legs and lifted my face.

As I did so, the automatic door that had been opening and closing wildly and repeatedly closed in silence, after which its opening and closing ceased to repeat.

Saying this about the door was uncanny, but it seemed to have regained its composure.

Hakamada

Oh Aoyama!

At the call, I turned around to see Aoyama emerging from the restroom in the back of the store with a refreshed look on his face.

Apparently, this guy had been holed up in the bathroom the whole time I was struggling with the screwed-up automatic door.

I was wondering where you went.

Sorry, Ive been constipated for four consecutive days and I finally got it out like I wanted! Whew, that was refreshing!

Hey dont let me hear such a realistic story.

More importantly, Hakamada, why are you standing here?

Ah, about that

How unusual, everyone who hears about this generally gets the creeps and quits the next day at the earliest.

Huh?

Are you just saying that to spook me?

Nay, everything I say is true. Youll understand when you meet Takenaka.

Again with this Takenaka guy

Despite having yet to meet him, he seemed to be fishy.

From what Aoyama said, he was probably the guy who claimed to be able to see specters.

To begin with, it sounded like a lie when someone mentioned that they could see ghosts and that a boy was coming in and out.

Besides, everybody was a stranger. Why would they believe in such an unsubstantiated claim by a complete stranger?

Specters, you know, they didnt really exist.

Well, you might last longer if you keep your own opinions to yourself like that.

To my expression of disbelief, Aoyama said with a bitter smile.

From then on, until sunrise, nothing noteworthy took place, and my first part-time job at the convenience store was over.

How should I put it? Frankly speaking, the mystery lingered, though I did not feel the need to call it the handiwork of a specter.

What I saw with my own eyes was the only thing I believed.

I cant believe in the existence of a specter.

I wouldnt want to be terrified or appalled by what others had to say about me.

Somehow working late at night isnt easy, either.

No customers came. Not to mention, I was free. With sleepy eyes, I straddled my bike and rode down the road under the morning sun to get back to my apartment.

Several days later.

During a break, a strange shadow was caught on a security camera, leading me to unintentionally spurt out my drink

That incident was only the beginning of a string of such phenomena, and it would be a little while before I learned that something much worse was about to unfold.