I thought that I should go home in the countryside after a long time.
I called my parents house.
It was my father who answered the phone.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"I will suddenly be on holiday tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so I'm going to return."
"I've got it. I will also tell mom. Please be careful and come back."
My father seemed to be pleased.
My parents' house is located in a place surrounded by mountains on three sides, and it is a journey of one and a half hours by car.
There was a nostalgic face when I came to the entrance of the village. That is a childhood friend.
"It's been a long time, have you come back?"
"I got a little holiday, your house is near my house? Do you take my car to my house?"
"Thank you! I feel guilty."
It's about five minutes from the entrance of the village to my house, during the meantime I was talking about memories with my friend.
And I arrived home.
"I'm home!"
My father comes up. But why not expressions. And the gaze is not fixed.
"Welcome back. As festivals are held in the mountain plaza today, please go and ... your friends too"
I felt strange about how my father talks without intonation, but my friends say "Let's go, let's go", so I decided to go soon.
But that plaza has been said like "Do not enter!" From long ago ...
While thinking, I got to the foot of the mountain.
A friend rushed up the mountain and I followed after.
And we arrived at the mountain square.
It was like opening a forest, there was a building like a shrine at the back.
The neighborhood was very quiet, coupled with the close sunset, it was creepy.
"Is the festival not done here?"
When I was talking, when I thought that the priests came out from a building like a shrine in front of us, the priests started loud and inexplicable words while closing their eyes.
And I heard the festival's drum and whistle sounds.
At the same time, a lot of people appear from the back of the tree.
Everyone wears a strange mask and wears flashy costumes.
They turned to circle around us, lighted the torch and began to dance. A strange dance as if watching fast forward ...
I felt cold at a strange sight in front of my eyes and said to my friend, "Hey! Return home!" My friend is looking happily at the dance.
I found a place where part of the circle was thin.
I told my friend "Hey, I will run!" And came running out toward that.
I ran at a stroke and finally came back to the village.
Friends ... My friends are not following me ...
Because I had no courage to return to help, I ran to home to ask my father for help.
My father was standing at the front door when I got home.
"Dad! Oh my god! My friend...!"
However, my father said "I guess it ended safely" and showed a smile.
"... What? ... What?"
I could not understand the situation. My father said.
"Can you say the name of that friend?"
"........."
I could not answer. On the contrary, I could not recall even the face I was with a while ago.
My father keeps on talking.
"That ... is something like an ancient God in this land, when I looked at it a while ago, it was a child, it is basically no harm. But like you, it will be attached to a person who entered the village from outside."
My father continues to talk.
"There are two conditions that make it hurt, one is to notice that the possessed are possessed, the other is to go out of the village"
I do not know the details, but it seems that the terrain itself with this village has become the barrier.
When I do either of them, it brings me to the world where God exists. It seems that I will be a partner to play semi-permanently.
And soon after that my father said he called the shrine and asked for a rite of peeling off.
"The family of his (shinto priest) has been helping those who were possessed like you at that place for generations, but in reality he is a considerable coward."
"So, he was closing his eyes."
"That God likes festivals and bustling, so let's sing the taiko and flute sounds and lure it."
"Have those strange masked people prepared too quickly by the priest?"
"Masked people? There should be only one priest over there ... "
I explained what happened there.
My father said.
"Perhaps those who masked came to bring God back. Either way, it is better not to know. I will keep this a secret to the priest. If he hears that, he will go crazy ... Hahaha."
next day.
I got to the way home.
There was a small jizo at the entrance of the village where the "friend" was.
It seemed that jizo had a mischievous smile.
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