Don’t sleep in this room

I was hanging out with my friend a few years ago on New Year’s Eve. I went home in the morning and went to my room to sleep. Then I had a dream that I knew was a dream at the time.

I was on my way home, and I saw these posters pasted all over the telegraph poles and walls. Your life is a precious gift. Repentance comes too late. They were written on calligraphy paper and pasted everywhere… There was no-one else around, but there was blood splattered all over the road.

‘What a strange dream…’ I thought and kept walking. As I was nearing home, my mother woke me up. She had a dreadful expression on her face.

“Don’t sleep in this room!” she said.

“Why?” I asked.

“The person in the room above us has died,” she said (we lived in an apartment complex). I wondered if that was the reason for my creepy dream.

“Apparently it was a suicide,” my father said as we were eating our New Year’s food. “He jumped off a tall building.”

I got chills down my spine.

Perhaps that person regretted jumping…


Grab Kage right now!

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