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Hi, I'm Tetsuya, and I'm Tajimitsu, and I'm Mushi- megane.
Hi, I'm Felt and I'm Haru-kun.
This time, we'd like to enjoy summer by climbing stairs.
However, there are people who are not good at scary stories.
So, for the first time, we'd like you to tell us stories that aren't scary if you know what they mean.
(Applause)
We'd like you to tell us stories that aren't scary if you know what they mean.
Okay.
First of all, we'd like you to tell us stories that aren't scary if you know what they mean.
(Music)
Hello!
(Laughter)
It's dangerous.
Wet Man.
This is a story from about two weeks ago.
I was editing in my chair in my room.
It was raining and windy outside.
Whoo
Zaa
I waited so long I slammed the window hard.
What is it?
This is the 13th floor.
I couldn't make it out of the house.
Even so,
Zaa
Whoo
Zaa
Help me
I said something, listened carefully and
Help me! Put me in! Zaa
I got scared and thought of closing the curtains.
But...
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Let me in! Let me in!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I panicked.
On the contrary, I opened the curtains and...
Let's look outside. It may be easier to look outside.
Thinking like that, I raised my voice and, while it was raining hard,
I opened the curtains.
Then, there...
There...
We were bullied and, while it was raining hard,
Tetsuya-kun, who was thrown out, was standing there all wet.
Huh? Could this be...
NOT STRONG AT ALL!?
It's just me being bullied, isn't it?
It was fun.
It was very touching.
Let's move on to our next topic.
Okay.
Next topic is...
Now, I'd like to tell you about my scary but not scary story.
This actually happened.
I moved out about two months ago.
And I was able to move into a nice new apartment.
I had a good sense of security.
I thought, "Ah, this is a good place to live," and spent my time like that.
But about two weeks later, I moved out and a lot of things ended.
I got used to my new life.
When I was watching TV at night,
it was about 10 or 11 PM.
Suddenly, from the next room...
DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN!
It was such a loud noise.
DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN!
DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN!
I kept hearing it.
I thought, "What is this?"
I was so surprised.
At first, I thought it was a table or something.
I thought it was being made or something.
But it was such a loud noise.
I thought, "Even though it's supposed to be so soundproofed,"
why do I only hear this sound?
But as I kept answering...
It wouldn't stop.
For two or three hours, it kept going "gang gang gang gang!"
I was like, "What's wrong?"
And when I let it go, around 2 in the morning...
It suddenly stopped.
The neighbor next door, when I first said hello...
He was a quiet man, so I thought, "Why is he like that?"
I thought maybe it was a rubber doll or something like that.
The next morning...
gang gang gang gang!
gang gang gang!
I heard it.
"What? Again?" I thought.
I got really scared.
It wouldn't stop.
For a little while, I was like, "What's going on?"
I got irritated, too.
But I finally got angry.
"You've been noisy since yesterday!" I said.
I hit the wall as hard as I could.
Bang!
Then...
It was quiet again.
After that, it stopped.
One day, I passed by...
On a garbage day...
When I went to the garbage dump...
That man came to the dump, too.
When he looked in the garbage he'd thrown away...
It was filled with...
Aluminum foil balls.
This story...
IS NOT SCARY AT ALL!
gang gang gang gang!
Gang gang gang gang!
Was there a trend?
Yes, I was a YouTuber.
Let's move on.
Yes, yes.
This is my story.
Blood-smeared bathtub
A while ago, I had a homework to make a fashionable video with a video of 10 days and 4 nights.
I made various liquids out of this paint and took a video of it.
But I couldn't do it in my own room, so I put black paper in the bath and sprayed paint on black paper.
I took a strategy like that.
The video itself was taken normally and became a proper work, but the problem was after that.
I immediately washed away the paint with water and put it back as it was.
The next day, I looked at it and it had a red stain.
I don't use red on paint.
I used amber color, so I didn't use red paint, but it had a red stain.
If you look closely, it doesn't look like a woman's face.
I feel like it's getting darker and darker.
I live in an apartment with a lot of rent, so I'm thinking about whether the weight of the person who died in this bath has become bloodstains and has come out.
I got scared and thought I'd do something I didn't want to see, so I slept already that day.
The next day, I went home and saw that the stain that had been there until yesterday was definitely gone.
At that time, I was at home and asked my girlfriend if there was a red stain in the bath.
She said one word.
Oh, I cleaned the bath with a mosquito killer.
This story...
I'm not scared at all!
"It's dirty." "Is it cold?" "You can't get it with water." "She's nice." "I'm glad you like her." "I'm glad."
"It was a good story." "Let's move on to the next story." "Yes."
Let me tell you about my experience.
Black shadows.
This is a story about my high school days, when I was in a club.
That day, I was practicing until late at night.
The area was completely dark and covered in darkness.
There weren't many streetlights or buildings in Hokkaido.
The area was completely dark.
I was in a hurry to go home.
At that time, I was with my friends.
One of them suddenly said,
Let's take a picture.
It's weird.
It's definitely weird.
Why did you suddenly ask me to take a picture?
At that time, I suddenly remembered.
Come to think of it, there used to be...
murder cases...
nearby.
Yes.
And the culprit's characteristic was...
certainly a cameraman.
That's why I told you to take a picture,
I was really surprised.
Still, we all gathered his thoughts,
trying to take a picture,
and we decided to take a picture.
And it was dark,
so we took a picture with a flash.
And when we checked the picture with everyone,
it was weird.
It was definitely weird.
And when I asked that one point,
it was absolutely weird.
What is this?
And only his face,
when I asked him to take a picture,
was black.
And when we all said that,
we screamed,
and then,
only his face,
when I asked him to take a picture,
was laughing like this.
What are you?
I laughed. "Why are you laughing?" I asked.
Then he said...
I went to the beach with my family yesterday, so I got sunburned.
This story...
IS NOT SCARY AT ALL!
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
You get sunburned, don't you, Fumiya?
Yes, I did.
By the way, I thought it was dark.
Yes, it was.
Let's go.
Finally, it's my story.
Yes.
Intruders.
I think you know that I and Mr. Onzo live together.
This apartment is an auto lock, and those who do not have a key cannot enter the elevator hall.
So we always go out with the key and open the door and go in.
That's how we keep security.
One day, I went out alone and Mr. Onzo was in the house.
I accidentally forgot the key.
I usually ring the doorbell and have Mr. Onzo in the room open it,
but that day, for some reason, Mr. Onzo did not respond and did not unlock the lock.
I thought he would definitely open it again, but it's strange, and I called Mr. Onzo in the elevator hall.
Then, without responding to the phone, I was in a normal state of security and Mr. Onzo, who should not have left the house, could not be contacted.
I was a little worried that something had happened,
but I couldn't go into the house, so I was waiting there thinking about what to do.
Then, ten other people came back and I was able to get on the elevator.
At first glance, I thought it was a failure, but I noticed that I could get on the elevator without a key.
Thinking about it, I got scared.
Moreover, a stalker came to my house one step in front of me, and rang the intercom many times in front of my house.
I was glad that I happened to lock the door, but the door was...
Gacha gacha gacha gacha
And if it wasn't locked, I was intruded into the room.
Thinking about it, I thought it was dangerous for a thermometer.
I quickly jumped off the elevator and entered the room.
Bang!
Mr. Stalker!
Even if I go inside and shout out loud, I can't hear Mr. Stalker's voice.
Even before the game I always play, Mr. Stalker is nowhere to be found.
Looking for his house, I went into the room at the back...
Gacha gacha gacha
...and entered it.
And then, Mr. Stalker was there...
...snoring and sleeping.
Mr. Stalker!
This story...
Could it be...
It's not scary at all!
Let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me dance.
Boy, boy, boy and oven best to me, molly.
[Music]
Miraculously, the paper didn't sink.