海外の怪奇な話、都市伝説、オカルト話を翻訳してみる。(This website includes English translations of Japanese urban legends, scary tales and strange stories.)
In autumn, 2001, I had a cold and chills and was on the train of Seibu Shinjuku Line to go to hospital in Okubo, Tokyo. My head was killing me and I just endured pain with closed eyes and knitted brows.
My memory of things after that is gone. What I remember next is that it was an evening and I was in a place I didn’t know. I wore a shirt and pants that I didn’t remember purchasing. Also my hair was colored though I had never dyed my hair. I got panicked, entered a nearby ramen shop, and asked a shop staff where I was. I was in a place close to Fukushima Station in Osaka City, and one year had already passed since I was on that train in Tokyo in autumn, 2001. The cell phone I had with me was different from that I had had before. About ten names were listed on the address book and each of them was registered with only one Japanese character like “ma” or “hi”. But those names were all strange to me and my friends and my parents’ house were not registered. I don’t know why, but I got frightened of those unfamiliar phone numbers and threw the cell phone in a river. I called my parents’ house from a police station. They also got panicked. They had requested the police to search for me. Anyways, I returned home.
Even now I still see a psychiatrist once a month. I could not rejoin the company I had worked for before, so currently I work as a temp staff.
(Administrator comment: It seems like this article was postd on a Japanese website in around 2005.)
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