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(Translated and Arranged by Saya)

I used to work as a photographer for a certain wildlife magazine. 

I would set up a tent on an animal trail at night, and wait for animals to pass through so that I could take photos of them. I would also use a remote camera with an infrared sensor. 

Due to the nature of my work, spending time alone in the mountains had never been an issue for me — until that time.

It happened when I climbed up Oku-chichibu Mountains along a stream. 

I arrived at the spot where I had planned to camp at around 1 pm. 

I pitched a tent for one person on the stream bank and got ready to take a nap like usual.

It felt much safer being deep in the mountains, where I knew for sure no other person would come, than being in the middle of a bustling city — or so I thought. 

After having hanged a radio on a branch of a tree to keep bears away, I went to sleep. 

When I woke up, it was already quite dark outside.

I hang a lantern inside the tent, got my devices ready and placed a headlamp on my forehead. Now I was ready to go out into the night and take some photos. My heart was filled with excitement and expectation. 

As soon as I stepped out of my tent though, I noticed something strange. 

About 10 metres away from where I was, up the steam, I saw another tent. Its colour appeared to be blue.

The place wasn’t a fishing spot, and it was highly remote and secluded.

I had never expected to find anyone other than myself in there. 

The tent was dark and I couldn’t see through inside. 

Was someone sleeping in there? 

Anyway, I knew it wasn’t there at the time  when I set up my own tent. Did they come while I was asleep, without even having made one single sound…?

But for now, I needed to focus on my work.

I put the speculations aside, and tried to prepare for photoshoots. 

It was right then that a light came on inside the blue tent.

And all of a sudden, the tent became mottled with spots. Their dark hue was seeping through the tent from inside, making irregular patterns on all over the tent. 

Because of the blue colour of the fabric, it was unclear what colour the spots really were, but they reminded me of dried blood. 

Should I say hello to them just to be polite …but that doesn’t seem necessary because I was here first and they haven’t come down to say hello to me, I thought. 

But this thought only appeared in my mind to hide from myself the fear I felt from seeing the creepy tent. 

I decided to relocate my tent to somewhere else, although it would require quite a bit of work.

So I took down my tent and climbed for about 1 km further up the stream, all the while trying to avoid looking in the direction of the blue tent. 

That ruined my chance of getting any photoshoots done that night.

It was nearly 9pm by the time I finished pitching camp again on the upstream bank. 

I had a quick meal and went to sleep. 

It was still May and the air was cool, but I woke up unexpectedly in the middle of night, drenched with sweat in my sleeping bag. It was around 2 am. 

As the air inside the tent felt stuffy, I opened the zip to let some fresh air in — and my heart stopped.

That blue tent from earlier stood right in front of me.

“What the…..?” 

The light came on inside the tent, and it became mottled with spots. I saw the shadow of two hands spreading fingers and reaching out.

Someone inside the tent is pushing their hands hard against the wall of the tent.

I nearly passed out then and there, but quickly got out from the other end of the tent and went around to the side, and pointed the light from my flashlight at the blue tent. 

The person inside it was fumbling around for a while, but after finally having found the zip, they were trying to get out. 

I ran into the stream without looking back, not caring that my clothes got wet. 

I ran and ran, down the slope of the mountain, stumbling and falling many times through the complete darkness. I even threw away the flashlight as I ran.

I stopped running only when I ran out of my breath and couldn’t move anymore. I crouched down on the spot and waited, trembling, until the dawn came. 

The next day, I went back to where my tent was with some local people from the foot of the mountain.

As I had seen on the previous night, there were my tent and that blue tent standing side by side, but the blue tent now looked so much older than it did before, to the point that it was actually in the process of decaying. 

Inside the tent, we found some remains of a man who was later found to have been dead for over ten years. 

Since then, I stopped taking photos of wild animals, and I had never been anywhere near any mountains. 

This is the end of my story and everything I told you is true. 

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