Yumikono

"Out of the closet!" Unfortunately, real life is not like in a movie, where a brave man goes to the closet to see what is inside. The urge to survive is far too great for that. They went back and let it knock again. "Let's just go." Neji said and walked towards the door. The knocking doesn't stop. "Hello? Is anyone there? ”It was a voice from the closet. Afraid and without confidence. Sakura was about to answer, but Neji covered her mouth. "Hello, please get me out of here." The voice sobbed. "Yes, who is there!" Neji paid close attention to the closet. "Hello, my name is Yumikono but everyone just calls me Yumi." Sakura pulled away from his hand. “Hey, my name is Sakura and the one who just spoke to you is called Neji. We'll get you out now, understand! ”The voice lifted his nose. "Thanks, I was so scared!" Sakura wanted to go to the closet, but Neji stopped her. He pointed to the bedside table. There was a leather-bound diary on it. Sakura walked slowly towards it. She picked it up and wiped the dust away. She recognized a name on it. "Yumikono kotaku" she held her breath. Neji nodded. "Yumi." Sakura slowly walked towards the closet. "Yes," she stopped two meters from the closet door. "How old are you?" "Elf" "Do you know what year we write?" "1919." Sakura nodded to Neji. He took the diary and went to her. "We'll open it now." Neji took the knob from the closet door and pulled it open quickly. They jumped back to see what is there. Sakura put her hand over her mouth and grabbed Neji's arm again. He twitched his muscles and tensed up. A person was hung in the closet. He or she was brutally impaled and hooked onto a hook. Through the chest. Blood was no longer to be seen, it was too old for that, it was still terrible to look at. The skin was leathery and no longer reminded of it. A rag lay around his body. on the head was the outline of the skull, around which the skin was stretched. One could still recognize the hair, which was brown and curly. A small figure crouched below it and looked at us in horror. They also looked at her in horror. She was wearing a white nightgown. Brown, shoulder-length, curly hair framed her boy's face. "Hello?" Yumi looked up. "Yumi, how are you?" Sakura offered her hand. She wanted to take it too, but when she tried to reach for it, the hand went through hers. Sakura and Yumi flinched. "What was that?" It was the last words she said. Then she disappeared in the fog.