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A story of deep night on the day we traveled.
We connected with the fans in the daytime, and in the night we were holding the urgent event "Shucchouban Isshi Mimibukuro" with my coach who rushed there especially for it. Even so, we were considerably pressed for time and it had turned one o'clock at night before we were free.
All of the members had finished their events, and when I hurriedly changed my clothes and went into the hall that would become our venue, I instantly sat beside my coach. Since there were candles standing in the hall for the sake of atmosphere, the staff had turned off the lighting in the room and we started ghost stories right away.
The odd thing was what happened immediately after.
Both Coach's and my mics were wireless, but after the lead-in to the talk there was a sound like wind or noise from the left-hand speaker, it was hard to say but it was a strange sound that we began to hear.
Coach had been talking for more than an hour before I arrived, and he tilted his head in puzzlement. "What? Up until now there wasn't anything like that..." he said.
The guests who were sitting near that speaker started to show in their faces that the were stiff with dread. A short time after that we heard a voice coughing violently from somewhere in the venue.
Is the story scary?
Because of that, I was further in a trance while telling my ghost stories, and suddenly the staff informed me that I should finish soon. They were going to turn on the lights for the final present rally, but miraculously, as I stopped the story, the lights came on and at the same time the coughing that had continued until just now came to peace, as though it had been a lie. If I'd noticed, the strange sound in the speaker had also stopped...
The event ended, and I heard of various other strange things from the staff members, and I'd like to have the chance to talk about it next time.
We connected with the fans in the daytime, and in the night we were holding the urgent event "Shucchouban Isshi Mimibukuro" with my coach who rushed there especially for it. Even so, we were considerably pressed for time and it had turned one o'clock at night before we were free.
All of the members had finished their events, and when I hurriedly changed my clothes and went into the hall that would become our venue, I instantly sat beside my coach. Since there were candles standing in the hall for the sake of atmosphere, the staff had turned off the lighting in the room and we started ghost stories right away.
The odd thing was what happened immediately after.
Both Coach's and my mics were wireless, but after the lead-in to the talk there was a sound like wind or noise from the left-hand speaker, it was hard to say but it was a strange sound that we began to hear.
Coach had been talking for more than an hour before I arrived, and he tilted his head in puzzlement. "What? Up until now there wasn't anything like that..." he said.
The guests who were sitting near that speaker started to show in their faces that the were stiff with dread. A short time after that we heard a voice coughing violently from somewhere in the venue.
Is the story scary?
Because of that, I was further in a trance while telling my ghost stories, and suddenly the staff informed me that I should finish soon. They were going to turn on the lights for the final present rally, but miraculously, as I stopped the story, the lights came on and at the same time the coughing that had continued until just now came to peace, as though it had been a lie. If I'd noticed, the strange sound in the speaker had also stopped...
The event ended, and I heard of various other strange things from the staff members, and I'd like to have the chance to talk about it next time.
<Coach's Coverage>
Since that was certainly a strange way to end, you perfectly went back to cover what happened after the event. In the midst of our talk, I think a sound started that was like a person moving around in the closet where they keep the cushions we were sitting on. That sound rapidly got louder, and the sliding screen was beginning to rattle, and I could hear a sound like zaa-zaa that seemed like it'd split the room in two. (Of course, the neighbouring halls were empty and pitch black.) A sound of people's feet walking around on the ceiling... Then of course the tour conductors and seven or eight staff members I heard behind all the guests became ghostly pale. The guests and staff could see that both teacher and student on the stage were steadily more disconcerted, but I don't know whether anything happened with regards to that.