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spr2014-05-06 11:59 pm
The House in Which Nightmares Dwell 7.2
Midori shook her hand. It was covered in wheat flour.
Because it was cramped in the kitchen with Reiko and Hirota, who was helping out, she left the dining room and immediately went towards the bathroom to go wash her hands.
She turned the tap of the washbasin in the dressing space. While she was washing her hands, she smiled for the first time in a while.
-- I'm glad.
She was happy that the true form of her unease was made clear. Although she was worried about living next to strange people, judging from how Kazumi behaved, the pranks wouldn't happen again. Was Reiko also relieved with this? She made a cheerful face. -- She was happier than anything else.
On smiling and attempting to stop the water, Midori suddenly raised her face and gave a start.
What she was surprised at from the outset, wasn't something she knew herself either, but soon it became known.
Inside the mirror of the washbasin, Midori and the door of the bathroom behind Midori's back was reflected. The door of the bathroom had a glass door that could be opened, and contained two frosted glass panes.
-- In the glass a man's shadow was reflected.
Midori became stiff, unable to move.
Her frozen self remained stooped over the washbasin, in order to cover her bent head in sight of the man's shadow.
The bathroom was dark. Because of that the contours were not definite, but through the frosted glass she knew that someone stood there for sure. The shadow's face could be vaguely seen and did not turn his back on her, so she knew that he was looking into her direction.
Someone was quietly standing right next to the door on the other side. He didn't even stir a little. -- As if it was observing the situation.
-- It wasn't Hirota.
Because he was in the kitchen. It wasn't Reiko either.
-- Anyone of Shibuya Psychic Research?
Answering her own question, "No, it's not", was the only thing she could think of. Then why, she wondered, would he quietly look into her direction. Why, why would he not even stir a little?
It had to be someone who wanted to use the bath and was waiting until Midori left. The bathroom was dark and clothes that were taken off were not seen anywhere. In the first place, if the bath was used, she would certainly have been asked to leave.
-- Then, who was it?
Midori didn't budge. She had a hunch that something bad would happen if she moved. She kept looking at the mirror through upturned eyes, unable to move herself as if paralysis struck her.
Her pulse quickened.
-- Just who is there?
For the first time, the man's shadow shifted. It seemed like Midori had said something, but only her breath sounded out of her throat. It disappeared in the sound of continually streaming water and almost didn't reach Midori's ears.
A hand raised. It looked like one hand was turning the door handle.
Her pulse intensified. It seemed as if her heart would break out of her throat at any time.
The door opened a little without even a sound. Only darkness could be seen through the thin gap. The door opened further. Slowly moving, the shadowy figure over there became exposed.
Midori trembled greatly and raised her face. As a consequence the figure in the back had slipped into Midori's own shadow.
Only Midori's face was reflected in the mirror. -- But Midori couldn't forget that thing behind her back and what she had seen for just a moment.
-- A man. His entire body was stained with a red-brown colour.
-- And.
He was behind her. Right in the shadow of Midori's head.
-- He was holding something in its hand.
Something, something like a rod. A flat thing was attached in front of the rod. And it was dreadfully filthy.
It was fine if she didn't see it. Even though it was one moment, why had she fixed her eyes on it?
Shivers ascended from her feet.
-- Is that -- a hatchet.
That man was holding a hatchet in his hand.
It seemed as if her heart erupted. It seemed like the scream gradually rose to her throat and was squeezed out.
-- He was behind her. Right in her shadow.
And suddenly, the light vanished.
It took her a while to register what had happened. Midori turned around as if she was being flipped. Something had grazed her ear. Perhaps it had been Midori's own hair and it couldn't have been anything else, but then Midori felt the impact of being grazed by a heavy, lethal weapon.
She screamed with all of her strength.
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(Anonymous) 2014-05-09 05:26 am (UTC)(link)But anyways, Thanks again touchturnfly! Your translations were clear and easily understood as usual :) Thanks for finishing 7.1 and 7.2 so quickly!
Sincerely,
Nicole- your Canadian reader.
PS: and for my peace of mind concerning hatchets and mysterious shadows, don't wait too too long for the next update. :)
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(Anonymous) 2014-05-14 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)Love your translation. Once again, THAANKSS!! //hugs