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(Translated and arranged by Saya)

This is a story about my late older brother.

As children, my brother and I were very close (Note: the narrator is a woman), and we used to play together a lot. 

There was an empty plot of land in our neighbourhood, and we called it our "secret base." 

One day --- I remember clearly it was in the early evening on 18th May. I cannot forget that day even if I want to --- we were playing in the secret base as usual, but I wanted to go to bathroom and went home first.

My mother had gone out for shopping, so there was no one at home at the time

(In those days, we lived in a close-knit community in the peaceful countryside, so she never bothered to lock the front door).

Before long, our telephone started ringing (we were still using a black telephone at the time).

But the ringing sound was a little strange.

It would go Riiiiiing once, and then after about 5 seconds, it would go Riiiiiing again. And it continued in this way.

I felt a bit creeped out, and didn't answer the phone. 

It stopped ringing completely after about one minute.

But then about 10 minutes later, the phone again started ringing, in exactly the same way as before.

I was scared, but thinking it might be my mother calling, I plucked up my courage and finally answered it.

The caller turned out to be not my mother but a man I didn't know.

The connection was quite bad and I had trouble hearing, but he asked me, Are you *** san? (That was my surname). 

I said yes, and he said, 

***(my brother's name) has been chosen.

I thought that my brother had perhaps won something from a prize draw, and I replied, thank you. And then the caller said, Sayonara (Goodbye) and hang up.

After a while, my mother came home.

Brother might have won a prize or something, I said to her. 

She was like, is that so? 

I was thinking to myself, I hope my brother comes home soon, but he didn't come home even after it got totally dark outside. 

That had never happened before, and my family, with the help of our neighbours, went out to look for him, but we couldn't find him anywhere.

The following day, my brother was found stone cold, lying in an irrigation ditch alongside the secret base.

I told my mother about the phone call.

I thought the man might have been the killer who murdered my brother.

The police was called and they made an inquiry to the telephone company about it, but we were told that no such phone call was made around the time I remembered receiving it.

There was no record on their log that indicated such a phone call was ever made.

And later, the police found the evidence that my brother slipped and fell by himself into the ditch, and they made a conclusion that it was just an accident.

Perhaps I was only daydreaming.

But even now, I still cannot get that eerie sound of Riiiiiing out of my mind.

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It was Girl's Day in Japan yesterdayn(3rd March)! 

Here is a story that talks about Girl's Day:

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