THE RECORD: From Behind The Camera, He Keeps Watching
CHAPTER 3: The Dream

I ... can't see anything.

I don't know. Am I closing my eyes, or am I seeing a complete darkness.

I can't really tell.

All I saw was black stretching all over the room to the ceiling. Like space without its star.

From a distance, a faint sounding someone screeching was about to say something. His voice was a little hazy and echoed as if he was speaking from the end of the cave. I don't know what I'm talking about, which is clear my hearing feels buried deep in my subconscious.

Now I wonder where this is? I felt something move my body that was tossed around like foam in the sea. Floating from right to left, right to left. So next.

Maybe because now I'm actually bobbing, my stomach is getting nauseous. Not nausea like drunk vehicles but nausea that feels strange. Like someone was stirring your bowels playfully. I threw up on the spot, too. As soon as I finished throwing out all the stomach contents, I looked up. Found the silhouette of a person standing behind a light that suddenly glowed far behind him.

His body is small and short. Her hair was tied to a ponytail and she was waving at me in a childish fashion. Out of consciousness, I raised my hand to reply. There was a strange feeling infiltrating my chest. I don't know what it is? That's definitely not something fun.

Before I could get close, I just realized that the glowing light was a train light. The next second the child's body was crushed quickly making a sound from the torn flesh. So torturing of hearing. His skull was tucked in the iron rail like food scraps on teeth. While his ponytail hangs like a keychain on a train wheel.

I glared and screamed hysterically but I found myself mute. The light of the train quickly approached and blinded the retina. The buzzing of the car bells neighing piercing gave a warning. Distance is still one meter. But I was too close to escape.

Then the next second …

I gasp.

In front of me stood a man looking at me anxiously.

“Hey, Son. You okay?”

I did not answer because I was busy gathering awareness. My chest is also tight and pounding like I'm not breathing for a few minutes. For a moment I forgot where I was last conscious. As soon as I saw the passengers staring at me in wonder at each seat, I just remembered.

I was still sitting in the back seat while the passengers looked at me with strange eyes. Then I remembered something.

I didn't find the grandmother in her place.

I don't see it anywhere.

Like that time.

What—

What was that dream?

Y-yeah, that must be the effect of my remaining trauma.

I must have been hallucinating.

Yep. Surely it's.

My eyes are still wandering in no direction, I close for a moment to control anxiety. “Ah, forgive me, Uncle. What time is it?” I try to forget everything and sit up straight.

“Have eight o'clock past. I woke you up earlier but you didn't seem to be breathing so I panicked I thought you were mat- hey!”

Brazenly, I cut off the driver's speech and darted down from the bus after realizing the time. It's been over eight o'clock. I'm late to go home.

Its bad.

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