The Whisperer

Author: Ukari

To say here is far, and to call yonder nearby. Stories on the edge of the every day, strange tales you may or may not be moved by. Strange, curious, fantastic stories told by me, you, him and her. There are many stories but they’re all concluded within a single page, each story around 200 to 1200 characters in length, a short story collection you can easily read. Please enjoy them. Updated every Saturday at 6pm.

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“You’re there.”
“Yeah, you’re there.”
“You’re here again tonight, huh?”

I heard a high-pitched voice, like that of a child, through the door.

“You’re there.”
“You’re there.”
“That’s too bad.”

After whispering, it finally went quiet.
I didn’t have a very good relationship with my family, so at first I thought it was a prank. I never leave my room, so they were ridiculing me. I was supposed to hear it.
But even if I tried to surprise them by opening the door while they were whispering, there would be nothing but my stupid dog rolling around. Even though he was huge, he was an indoors dog. He was so spoiled that he was always getting in the way, but of course there was nothing I could say about it.
Moreover, thinking about it carefully, my father was so senile he couldn’t even operate the household appliances. For him to come up with such a prank would be unthinkable.

If so, that meant it had to be a ghost.
But I had no intention of doing anything about it.
It would check I was in my room, and then complain that it was regrettable. That was it. Well then, go right ahead and regret it. I’m gonna do what I want, just like I always do.
And so I continued to lock myself in my room, making myself disagreeable by having my meals brought to me by my parents, and then when the dog came to cause trouble I’d kick it away.
It was only in the small hours of the night that I was reminded of that depressing existence, but other than that I paid it no mind.

At the start of autumn my parents told me they were going on a hot spring trip, and as usual I informed them that I wouldn’t be going. When I did, my mother informed me that I was to look after the stupid dog. Of course, I refused.
In the end they found a place that accepted dogs and took him along with them. What a waste of money.
I received a hefty amount for my food expenses and went wild. Having the house all to myself was an incredible sense of freedom.

Before long, night came.
As always I was sitting in front of the computer, and as always I heard the whispering voice.

“He’s not there.”
“Yeah, he’s not there.”
“He’s not there today.”

…huh?

No.
It was different to usual.
Alarm bells instinctively went off. I suddenly got goosebumps.
But there was no time to do anything. The whispering continued.

“He’s not there.”
“He’s not there.”
“Tonight, the dog’s not there.”

The voice sounded happy.
The doorknob didn’t make a sound.
But the voice was no longer coming from the other side of the door.

 

Original Japanese

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