A Woman and a Phone Booth

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(Translated and Arranged by Saya)

It happened around this time five years ago. 

After graduating from college, I didn’t look for a job straight away, and I was spending my days in idleness. 

One day, as I was chilling at home, a friend from college called me.

He asked me if I wanted to go out for a drink together. 

The next day, I headed to an izakaya (Note: a bar) in my neighbourhood. 

It was already past 11.00 in the evening, but I had planned to meet up with him at a late hour on purpose, since I figured that we would be drinking until the morning anyway. 

I arrived at the izakaya, only to find that my friend wasn’t there yet. 

I ordered a glass of beer for starters, and waited for my friend to join me. 

After a while, I got a call on my phone. 

It was from my friend. 

When I answered it, my friend said he was not far from the izakaya, but there was a strange woman inside a phone booth, and he wanted me to come right now. 

What is he on about? I thought, but he had always been someone who would say random weird things, and I became curious, so I decided to go to where he was. 

As I drew near the phone booth, I saw my friend observing the woman from behind a utility pole. 

What an idiot! 

I thought, as I walked over to him. 

What the heck are you doing?

When I asked, my friend started telling me the reason why he called me. 

According to his story, on his way to meet me at the izakaya, the woman suddenly ran out of an alleyway, bumped into him, and fell flat on her face. 

The woman seemed to have gotten hurt from the fall, since her legs were bleeding, so my friend asked her: 

Are you alright? 

Instead of replying, the woman darted into the phone booth without saying a word. 

My friend panicked, thinking she was perhaps planning to call the police, and he started going towards the phone booth, but soon it became apparent that she was not making a phone call. 

She was just standing there with her head down. 

Her behaviour was so incomprehensible that he didn’t know how to deal with it, so he called me. 

OK, her behaviour is strange but first, something must done about her injuries; we can’t just leave her there because he is partly responsible for what happened — so we both agreed that we needed to help the woman, and went over to the phone booth together to talk to her. 

As I got close to the phone booth, I saw clearly that the woman was bleeding from her legs. 

Even her shoes were soaked with blood.

My friend, seeing that, probably out of sense of guilt, hurriedly opened the door of the phone booth, saying:

Hey, are you alright? You are bleeding so much… 

I could hear trembles in his voice. 

But the woman stayed unresponsive, keeping her head down… 

A long silence followed, and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore. 

You should really go to the doctor. You’re bleeding so badly and there’s a hospital just around the corner. Let us take you there, I said. 

But the woman… she stubbornly kept looking down…

She remained still and silent …

There’s something wrong with this woman, she’s not normal.

I thought, and looked at my friend, and he was looking at my face too, with an expression that told me he was having the same thoughts. 

We talked again between us and made up our minds to call the ambulance. 

And then, after I used my phone to call the emergency services and let them know where we were and hang up, my friend tapped me on my shoulder. 

I turned around, and saw that the woman was no longer in the phone booth. 

What? Where has she gone? 

Next I realised that my friend was also gone. 

I quickly looked around, and spotted him running down a dark alleyway. 

He probably saw the woman leave and was chasing after her. 

I thought, and I also went into the alleyway, sprinting at full speed after him…

Soon, I saw him turn around a corner to the left, and I followed him, but then immediately lost sight of him.  

I had turned around the corner right after him, but no one was there. 

How is this possible? 

I couldn’t move from shock for a while. 

But no matter what, I need to find my friend… 

I began looking for him again, but with no luck.

I could find neither my friend nor the woman. 

There was nothing else I could do except go back to the place where I originally came from. 

That was when I saw that the ambulance had arrived. I had forgotten that I had ever called the ambulance. 

A paramedic was standing by the ambulance, and I walked up to him to explain the situation. 

The paramedic saw me and started talking to me. 

You are the person who called us? 

Yes, I am. Sumimasen (Note:pardon me) , actually, the woman who is injured has disappeared, along with my friend who was with her. I’ve been looking for both of them. 

When I explained that to the paramedic, he looked at me with a confused expression on his face. 

Err… I’m sorry but, to be honest, I don’t understand what you are saying…

What? 

Could you please come over here and see this? 

The paramedic led me to the ambulance and asked me to look inside it — and I came face to face with something unimaginable.

What lay inside the ambulance were — 

The bodies of the woman and my friend. 

The paramedic told me that when the ambulance arrived on the scene, both of them lay slumped against the phone booth, and they were both already dead. 

They seemed to have met instantaneous deaths. 

But if that’s true… what were those things that I saw…? 

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