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I was a member of the baseball team, and even after returning home I practised batting. Our family lived in an apartment building with a small park down the bottom, but at night there were no children or people around, so it was the perfect time to practise swinging.
Tonight, as I was going through the motions again, I suddenly sensed something behind me. I only half-believe in ghost stories and the supernatural, but I knew what it was right away. It was one of those things.
I was holding a bat, but would it be able to repel it? I couldn’t be sure. I continued swinging, pretending not to notice. But no matter how much time passed, the presence didn’t disappear. On the contrary, its gaze was fixed upon me.
I resolved myself and turned around.
Nobody was there.
Wind blew through the thick shrubbery, and the usual night sky of the apartment complex rose above me. That was it.
Of course. There’s no way anything could be there.
I let out a deep breath. At the same time, I felt embarrassed. I couldn’t let my junior team members see me looking so pathetic. I readied my bat and prepared to swing again. I took a step forward, bent my elbow, and then…
“I am here.”
A voice murmured from behind me.