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How on earth were they getting into my room? Every single little bit of the room was closed, but at some point they had managed to get in and, late at night, buzzed around my ear, disturbing my sleep.
I think it was Sei Shonagon who said, “Mosquitoes flying near my face when I’m sleepy really pisses me off!” I felt exactly the same way.
On one of those nights where I was unable to sleep well, I suddenly woke up. Not because of a mosquito. I could sense something else in the room. I opened my eyes as I lay on the bed and I could see something beneath the miniature light bulb.
They were a woman’s pale, thin hands, coming right through my window. The reason I couldn’t say it was a thief was because the hands were coming through both the window glass and the sliding shutter. The hands were delicately wrapped around each other, as though holding something inside. The arms reached into my room right up to the elbows, and then the hands opened up.
Suddenly, I heard a noise. A mosquito. My fear went out the window and I jumped up in anger. The hands disappeared immediately and I could hear a voice laughing.
I decided to go shopping the next day and buy a whole load of bug spray. If those hands found their way into my room again, I’d make sure to slap them right away.