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Monday, 29 September 2008

A Job Advertisement

About two years ago, I wanted to go travelling and was looking for a summer job. Sweltering days had continued for many days. Soaking wet with sweat, I kept looking through a situations-vacant magazine and made numerous phone calls; but no place would accept me. I threw the magazine on the floor, swearing with annoyance. Then by chance a page opened where there was an advertisement offering a job at an inn.

The location of the hotel was exactly where I wanted to go for holiday.
The pay wasn't so good, but it provided accommodation and free meals for all employees, which was an attractive offer for someone like me who had been living on instant noodles. I called them up immediately.

"Hello, this is ____ Inn, may I help you?"
"Ah.. hi. I saw your advertisement. Is the job still available?"
"Just a moment"

The receptionist sounded like a young woman. I heard her talking to a man (maybe the owner?) in low voices. I waited, full of expectation. Soon I heard someone pick up the phone again.

"Hello?" It was the man's voice."So you want to take the job?"
"Yes, I saw the ___ magazine, and I really want to work at your inn."
"Ok...Thank you very much. We'll be very happy to have you with us, too. When can you come?" "Anytime."
"Well then, why don't you start tomorrow? May I take down your name? "
"It's Kamio (pseudonym)"
"Fine. Mr. Kamio, come quickly...."

Things went surprisingly smoothely. I was lucky.
I always record phone conversations in case I miss out on important information. I took notes as I replayed it. I had a lot to take with me. Since it was a live-in job, I needed things like an insurance.
I glanced at the inn's advertisement again. It had a picture of the inn in black and white. The surrounding looked beautifully rustic.

I felt relieved at having finally found a job and was also glad it was the place I wanted to visit. But something was wrong. I started cooking instant noodles while humming a tune. The tune too, sounded somewhat strange to my ears. Feeling the humid breeze from the window, I began eating the noodle; then I realized what was wrong. The conditions were good:I could both earn money and enjoy the feeling of travelling too; there seemed to be some girls working there and I could expect a pleasant encounter. But somehow, I didn't feel happy at all.
I looked myself in the mirror. I felt severely depressed and for no reason at all. My face looked as though it had suddenly become older and lifeless.

The next day I woke up with a terrible headache. I had a nasty cough. Maybe I caught a cold?
I tottered to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Blood oozed from the gums. I looked at myself in the mirror. It gave me a fright. I had very deep dark circles under my eyes and my face was so pallid that I looked almost....
Should I not go? But I had already packed everything the night before.Still, I hesitated.
Then the phone rang.

"Good morning. This is ___Inn. Is it Mr.Kamio?"
"Yes. I was just getting ready to go."
"I see. But are you OK? You don't sound well."
"I'm fine. It's only that I just woke up."
"Take care of yourself. You can enjoy our inn's hot spring when you get here. It's only the first day and you've got to relax a little. We are not so busy yet."
"Oh..Thank you very much. But... I'm quite OK. Thank you."

How kind of them to call me like that. I was very grateful.
But as soon as I hung up, I started feeling cold all over. My head was spinning as I opened the front door.
"I.....I.... will be...OK when I get to the Inn."
I was so unsteady on feet that, as I walked to the station, people turned their heads to look at me.

Soon it started raining.
I had to walk without an umbrella in the cold rain. My coughing got so bad it was painful.
"I want the Inn."
I arrived at the station, drenched to the skin. I bought a ticket. Then I saw my hand, the appearance of which gave me a shock; although wet with rain, the skin was very rough to the point of cracking. It was a hand of an old man.
"What's this..? Maybe it's a disease? I hope I can get to the Inn alright."

I walked up the stairs, leaning heavily on the handrail, and taking frequent rests. There was a plenty of time yet before the train came. I almost collapsed on the bench. I wheezed hard. My voice was gone. My hands and feet felt numb. Headache attacked me constantly.
I coughed again and blood splattered at my feet. I wiped my mouth with a tissue; it was covered with blood.
I stared at the platform with blurry eyes. "Quickly.....must go to the Inn..."

The train arrived and the doors opened.
I saw people getting on and off, and slowly got up from the bench. I had a pain in my lower back. I staggered to the door. My body ached everywhere. If only I could get on that train.....

And just when I placed my hand on the edge of the door, an old woman with a fiendish expression on her face appeared from the inside of the train and made a dash towards me.
I was knocked to the ground. The old woman staggered for a moment but she attacked me again. We began to grapple with each other; but sadly, I was so feeble that I was no match even against an old woman.

"Stop! Stop it! Let me go! I have to get on that train!"
"Why?Why?"Sitting astride on my chest, the old woman asked me. She took hold of my head and pinned it firmly to the ground.
"If...if not, I won't be able to go to the Inn!"
The station staff came and pulled us apart.
The train was gone. Unable even to stand up, I sat still in the middle of the gathering crowd.
Then the old woman, breathing hard, said to me, "you are being called. That was close."
And she left.

The station staff asked me a few questions, but I was soon released.
Reluctantly, I started walking towards home.
On the way, I gradually began to feel better.
My voice began to come back too. I caught sight of my own reflection on a shop window; my face had regained its colour. It was odd.

I arrived home, put down my luggage and smoked a cigarette. When I calmed down sufficiently I picked up the phone, thinking that at least I could tell the people at the Inn that I was not coming.
But what I heard the next moment was a mechanical voice which said,
"The number you have dialled is not in service..."
I dialled the number again.
"The number you have dialled is not in service..."

I was confused. The number was exactly the same as the one from which I received the call this very morning.
It's not right. It's not right it's not right....
Then I remembered I had recorded the conversation. I rewound it to the beginning.

"zzzz....buzzz...z..Hello, this is __Inn. May I help you?"
What? A shiver went up my spine. I was sure it was a young woman's voice before; but now, it sounded like a man's voice.
"Ah.. hi. I saw your advertisement. Is the job still available?"
"Just a moment"
I thought I caught some bits of their conversation.
I rewound it a little and turned up the volume.
"Just a moment"
"Just a moment"
"It's so cold... I'm freezing.."
It was a child's voice. Moreover, I could hear voices of so many people, groaning and moaning, in the background.
I jumped back from the phone.

"Ok...Thank you very much. We'll be very happy to have you with us, too. When can you come?"
The conversation was as I remembered it. But I was talking to a middle-aged man. The voice I heard now was a chillingly deep voice of an old man.
"Fine. Mr. Kamio, come quickly...."
The call ended at that point.
I broke out in a cold sweat.
I was unable to move. It started raining buckets outside again...
Soon, the recording of this morning's conversation started replaying.
But I was the only person speaking in it.


"Yes. I was just getting ready to go."
"Die die die die die die die die die die die die die die"
"I'm fine. It's only that I just woke up."
"Die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die"
"Oh..Thank you very much. But... I'm quite OK. Thank you."

I unplugged the phone completely.
My mouth went all dry. What? What's this?
What the hell is this?

I grabbed the situation-vacant magazine. Trembling, I turned its pages to find the advert.
My hands shook. The page was there. The magazine was brand new but only that particular page had creases and stains, and was slightly burnt around the edge. No matter how you looked at it, it was an old piece of paper, like a magazine page from a few decades ago. And the page showed a picture of a burnt-down inn, and some paragraphs below it. The words read: Thirty dead. Fire started in the kitchen. The fact that the body of the owner was found in the kitchen indicates the fire started while cooking. The fire rapidly spread and many guests failed to escape and burned to death....

This...this is not an advertisement..
I sat there paralysed.
The wind blew and caused the pages of the magazine to turn. My mind had become numb and I sat as motionless as a stone.
Just then the rain started to subside.
And for a brief moment, I was enveloped in dead silence.


  1. wow. he owes his thanks to the old woman because if she didn't jump on him, he would have suffered terribly! i wonder how she knew? :O

    this would be a great movie!

  2. You're right, it would be great movie! The story has a great style, it's easy to understand but still gives me chills, and the part with the "die die die die die..." is really creepy.

  3. Hi!!
    美b- I think the old woman knew what was going on, for sure!Yeah I think it's quite a good story too!

    Debbie - that's the part which I also find the creepiest!It gave me chills too!!!

    Thanks alot for your comments!

  4. So......hahaha!Me likey this story...

  5. So......hahaha!Me likey this story...

  6. there more of an explanation to this story? I understand that the inn willed him dead...through the phone, but what I don't get is why they wanted him dead. Vengeful spirits? A spiritual ritual requiring sick people? feels unfinished.

  7. there more of an explanation to this story? I understand that the inn willed him dead...through the phone, but what I don't get is why they wanted him dead. Vengeful spirits? A spiritual ritual requiring sick people? feels unfinished.

  8. My favorite story yet!!!

  9. Very nice, me likes. ^^ Would be a very...interesting movie.

    Although, the old lady intruiges me. How the heck did she know what was happening?

    The "die die die" part freaking me out too. 0.0

  10. Katrina - Do not underestimate the power of the ancient!

  11. Maybe they wanted to drain his life force and they had already attempted something like that to the old lady? Saya- san, this story is awesome!!

  12. Well,the woman probably possesed great psychic powers. Have you ever read about premonitions and instinct? well, when she tackled the person to the floor, she probably found out what had happened through a premonition and therefore struugled to help him.Imagine ou had such a gift and bumped into a man who would be murdered soon.It would be as if you helped the murder take place.Plus, it might be the place with the problems, not the spirits trapped in it.

  13. Old Japanese people are so wise ^^

  14. Hi, Saya. I know this is an old story on your site, and that I just read it, but looking through the comments and rereading the story, I think a movie would be great! I enjoy making films with friends in my free time and would love to make one.

    P.S. I love all your stories, movies, and articles. I've nearly read through the whole site, in about a week. My injured toe has kept me at the computer for a while. :D

  15. I am gonna guess that the old woman was a survivor of the inn fire and knew what the spirits were doing. I'll bet she regularly rides that train to try and stop people. It would indeed make a good movie!

  16. or maybe that old lady lost someone previously in a similar fashion and when she noticed the peculiar behaviour of the author she knew what was going on

  17. After reading the "die die die die" i nearly messed myself....
    P.S. Saya can you change the colour of the background of your blog? I can see my reflection and everytime i read your blog i expect to see something behind me*whimpers*

  18. it's creepy but i liked it <3

  19. is it abnormal that i didn't find that 'die die die die die...' part not scary at all.... i am wondering..... but gr8 story and....... you're great too SAYA for posting such stories

  20. Dear saya, from all of your stories here, I find this as my favorite of all. Can I keep this? Please please? I beg you.
    I promise I wont post it on any site :)

  21. @Rozaline: OK, sweet Rozsaline, you may do as you wish! :) How can anyone refuse a request from a sweet girl like you? ;)

  22. @Rozaline: btw, this is one of my favourite's stories too, so I'm really happy you like it! :D

  23. Was a strange experiece indeed... It make me shrudder even with my mom and cousin right next to me. Surely ghosts have weird ways to find some companions...

  24. I already read this story like 3 times and still nowhere getting fed up. I love this story!

    I mean, the weird part would be, how come he was looking at an ad but all of sudden it's not an ad? I man, what kind of magic or spirit is there? It could happen to us all! Like, one call looking for job and the next thing you know, you will suffer and near death.

    This guy really persistent, I'll give him that,, eventhough he coughs blood and really experience things beyond normal, he keeps thinking that no matter what he must be there, at the inn eventhough after he arrived, it will be his time to die... damn, this guy is really something!

    and now the vengeful spirits know his name and his phone number, i think that's the climax of the story, coz now I don't think he will be alone in his apartment.....

    anyway, great story as always, saya san! My favorite so farrr! :D

    -Love from Indonesia~

  25. hi saya san, i just read this and sending out job applications at the same time! this is creepy :P


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