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(Translated and Arranged by Saya)

This happened to me 11 years ago, while living in a certain apartment in Kyoto for a very brief period of time. 

Although I was a student at the time, I took great pains to move into a room that had its own bathroom. 

It was because I had been told by a friend that a shared bathroom would be inconvenient if I ever wanted to bring a girl home.

On the first day I moved in, while washing my hair in the bathroom, I happened to look into a mirror — and saw a reflection of a woman in there. 

She was right behind me, half crouching, and staring at me through the mirror. 

I couldn’t turn around or shout, as if I were suffering from sleep paralysis, but I did manage to stretch out my hand and touch her clothes. 

That confirmed that she was a real person, but it didn’t make me feel any less scared. 

After a while, the woman stood up, opened the door and left the bathroom. 

I checked the front door once I got out of the bathroom, but it was locked. 

However, one of the windows was open.

I then searched the room but there was no place for a person to hide. 

That day, the sensation of my hand when I touched her clothes was so real, and the way she walked out of the bathroom seemed so human-like, that I thought that the person must have entered my room through the window.

The following day, despite having made sure I locked the front door and windows first before having a bath, the woman appeared again. 

Just like the day before, she stared at me for sometime, and then opened the door and left. 

Again, I was paralysed during the whole time she was there. 

As soon as she was gone, I got out of the bathroom, and checked the door and windows again, but they were all locked. 

I was freaked out and called my landlord immediately. 

The landlord, having listened to my story, began telling me, “I have never heard such a thing happening in that room…,” but then went on to say, “the person who rented the room before you committed suicide.” 

About three months after moving in, the previous resident jumped from the rooftop of a school building. 

My immediate thought was:

Wait…, is he talking about that woman?

But no, it turned out that the previous resident was a man. 

It’s too creepy and I would like to move out, I told the landlord.

He said he could return the deposit to me if I moved out within a month of moving in, so I decided to find another apartment and move out during the following week. 

After this I never had a bath again in the room, so probably that is why I never saw the woman again.

It was just after I had found a new place and while packing up my belongings (there wasn’t much to pack because most of my things were still in cardboard boxes anyway) that I discovered for the first time a chest of drawers at the bottom of an oshi-ire (Note: a Japanese style closet).

Oshi-ire

I also noticed that there was an envelope from a photo studio placed on top of the chest of drawers. 

When I opened it, I found twenty five photos and an ofuda (talisman) inside. 

All of them were photos of that bathroom mirror. 

And no one was reflected in the mirror except a man who was holding a camera. 

But in the last few photos, the door behind the man was open. 

That was all those photos showed, but they sent shivers down my spine. 

Supposing that it was the previous resident  who took these photos, for what purpose did he take them?

What was he trying to capture with his camera? 

As I pondered on these questions, I suddenly couldn’t stand being in the room anymore, and after putting the photos back to where I found them, I hurriedly left the room. 

That was the only time in my life that I experienced something paranormal.