*"I" in this story is not Saya!
This is a true story.
We were staying at a campsite inside a permanent tent. Each tent accommodated eight people and there were seven tents in total, lined up in a row.
My tent was the seventh one and it was positioned at the end of the row.
One night I went out of the tent to go to the bathroom.
When I came back and opened the door of the tent, I found no one inside. But I was sure everyone else was fast asleep.
I thought: 'what?', and went out again to make sure I was in the right tent. But the sign on the tent said, “No.8.”
What was I thinking, I’m in No.7! I thought to myself as I went to the one standing next to it.
- Yes, of course I knew that “No.8” didn’t exist but I was so scared that I convinced myself it was just a mistake and went back to sleep.
By the next morning, the eighth tent had disappeared.
This is a true story.
We were staying at a campsite inside a permanent tent. Each tent accommodated eight people and there were seven tents in total, lined up in a row.
My tent was the seventh one and it was positioned at the end of the row.
One night I went out of the tent to go to the bathroom.
When I came back and opened the door of the tent, I found no one inside. But I was sure everyone else was fast asleep.
I thought: 'what?', and went out again to make sure I was in the right tent. But the sign on the tent said, “No.8.”
What was I thinking, I’m in No.7! I thought to myself as I went to the one standing next to it.
- Yes, of course I knew that “No.8” didn’t exist but I was so scared that I convinced myself it was just a mistake and went back to sleep.
By the next morning, the eighth tent had disappeared.
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