The Move

I was handed a pink meishi that was embroidered with pretty flowers. The printed letters were small and hard to read, but they were enough to make out an address. If you just look at the meishi itself, you would think that the person handing it to you was  a cute girl. But it isn’t. Instead, it’s my friend Mizoguchi.

“……”

The shy look on Mizoguchi’s face is hard to ignore, and I’ve been his friend long enough to understand some of his attempts’ on telepathy.

“I get that you moved somewhere new, but what’s with the cute deigns? And why did you move in the first place? Your apartment was nice and cheap.”

“Well I didn’t do it on purpose. It’s just that I got mixed up with the numbers and the ordering went wrong. As for the apartment, I fussed with the landlord over something stupid, and I didn’t really have a choice.”

This was surprising. Mizoguchi rarely gets angry at people, he’s always so calm. The landlord must have done something to really tick him off. It’s too bad. Mizoguchi’s old apartment was nice and convenient. The only problem he had with it was the footsteps he heard around midnight. Mizoguchi and I don’t really have spiritual powers, so we aren’t particularly sensitive to those types of things, but I do have another friend who is. It wasn’t the reason for his move, but that friend did warn us a lot about some girl hanging around the staircase.

“You should really come by soon.”

“Sure, I’ll bring some horror movies as usual.”

It’s our normal routine to spend the day watching B class movies and playing video games. When you think of it, we really don’t do much.

 “…About my new apartment.”

The change in topic kind of surprised me. Mizoguchi seemed a lot more serious now.

“I don’t know if it’s just because I’m not used to things yet, but I can’t get rid of this bad feeling I have every time I get home.”

“Do you mean your apartment is one of those places where someone has died or something?”

“Don’t say that. It’s not that dramatic, it’s just that I keep on getting weird stares from the other people on my floor. And I know it sounds stupid, but I can’t get rid of the feeling that someone is watching me.”

“Are you sure you’re all right? Do you want me to call a specialist or something?”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t think it’s that serious. It might just all be in my head. Oh, and don’t contact me with the phone number printed on the meishi yet, I’m not done with the wiring. I think it’s going to take a while since I have a lot of reports to finish.”

                                       *

A couple of days later, I ended up arriving at his apartment, horror videos in hand.

“I didn’t think you would come this early”

“Well, it’s not like I have anything better to do. Besides, since I’m staying the night, I thought being fashionably late would be rude.”

Mizoguchi’s new place was nice and clean, so clean it even looked like a girl’s apartment. It was small, though. And according to Mizoguchi, since there wasn’t enough space to lay out futons and sleep on the floor, we are going to have to sleep in the closet, Doraemon style. (For 2 MALE college students, sleeping in the same futon is not an option.)

After watching a couple of movies, I started to look inside a couple of the remaining cardboard boxes out of curiosity. Most of them were the usual photo albums and old damaged books. The box that caught my eye was the huge one in the back. But by the time I was going to open that one, Mizoguchi realized what I was doing.

“I’m okay with you looking at my stuff, but I don’t think I have anything particularly interesting.”

“Well, what’s in this big one?”

“My old analog TV. I was going to get rid of it during the move, but I didn’t have time.”

As I opened the box, I realized it was older than I thought it would be. It had four legs and no remote control. Turning the television on took some time because pushing the buttons wasn’t easy, and as I expected, we could only see static.

“It’s not exactly broken, but no way we can see actual TV channels”

 “Aren’t you supposed to hit these things or something?”

It was kind of scary for me to hit such an old-looking television, but on my 3rd try, it actually worked.

“It’s kind of weird seeing black and white.”

“I think I miss the old days. Electronics nowadays have all sorts of features, but I feel like they are easier to break.”

“That’s because they make them that way. You know, so people will have to buy a new one in a couple of years.”

“Seriously?”

“….No, I’m just joking.”

Sometimes, Mizoguchi just freaks me out. It was then when I realized he was holding some sort of cord.

“What’s that cord for?”

As I said that, I noticed the cord was connected to the television. The second I looked at the television screen again, it went off with a buzzing noise.

“…….”

“……”

“I think it’s time we should go out for lunch.”

“Yeah, you’re right”

Sometimes pretending to not notice something is the way to go.

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