Hey guys, I'm your host Tara A. Devlin, and welcome to this week's episode of Kowabana,

true Japanese scary stories from around the internet. After the last few episodes have featured some rather lengthy

stories, I thought this week we'd highlight a few shorter ones again, delving into one of

my favourite topics, Japanese ghosts. Who doesn't love a good ghost story? We don't always know

how or why they're there, but it's usually never for anything good. To kick off this week's

stories, we're heading to an old apartment building that is, perhaps, hiding something terrible

in its long history. This one's called, I wonder if they'll come outside.

This happened to a friend and I when we were university students.

This friend lived on the top floor of an eight-story apartment building.

He was renting a three-bedroom apartment and lived with two other roommates.

All of the apartments in the building shared the same layout, so there were other students

sharing apartments just like them, and there were families who lived there as well.

I went over to his place numerous times, and while it might sound a little rude, it wasn't the nicest place around.

I think, old-fashioned is probably the best word to describe it.

It wasn't like it was dirty, but the building was old and deteriorating, so it couldn't be

helped.

And, how can I put it? It wasn't very well maintained either.

None of the trees on the lot were pruned and the place didn't really feel like somewhere you wanted to enter.

Because my friend lived on the eighth floor, of course, you had to use the elevator to go up there. That elevator

was old as well, and the first time I took it, I was worried it would stop suddenly on the way

up. I pressed the button and waited for the elevator to arrive. As I went to step in, a small

boy suddenly rushed over. He must have been around four or five years

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