I moved to a newly built condominium.
My room is on the first floor corner. Location conditions are good, and sunshine is also good. There is no complaint.
On the first day I moved, I spent drinking alcohol with my friends who assisted me with my work.
It is about the afternoon of the next day.
After my friends got home, I took a shower.
Some of my friends smoked, so I was concerned about the smell we got on my hair.
My hair was my pride. Straight hair with never dyed permanent hair. It is also indispensable to maintain.
On that day, I finished shampoo, treatment and rinse, and left the bathroom with a refreshing feeling.
Well, I will clean the room.
I cleaned up snack confectionary bags and empty bottles, and when I was cleaning the vacuum, I noticed something strange.
Long hair was falling many in the room.
The hair was just as long as my hair, but the hair quality is different.
There are no long-haired women among my friends.
Why are there a lot of hair falling in the room I just moved...?
I wondered for a moment, but I finally settled on my conclusion that it would be my hair.
A friend who could not come yesterday visits me today.
I received a phone call from a friend arriving at the nearest station, I headed to the station.
That friend was famous for its strong inspiration, but I did not mention the matter of hair, so I did not mention it and we returned to the condominium.
"...?"
Long hair was falling again on the floor of the room.I did not mind and thrown it in the trash box quickly.
My friend visited from outside the prefecture, so my friend is going to stay in my room.
"I will borrow a shower"
My friend went to the bathroom at once. I heard the sound of the shower.
When I thought that I heard the sound closing the faucet suddenly, my friend got hurried out of the bathroom.
"Oh, in the bathroom ..."
My friend's face turned white. For the time being, I calmed my friend and I heard the story.
"There was a woman with long hair in the bathroom!"
This is a newly built apartment. There can not be ghosts here.
No matter how I explained it, my friend said "I'm going home" and I did not listen.
However, my friend has come from a distance, so my friend can not return from now.
"Anyway I can not stay in this room. I am in a nearby family restaurant so if you have something, call me soon."
My friend said so, left the room.
I was left alone. There is also things about the hair in the daytime, I am anxious.
"Okay, this is a new construction."
I told myself what I said to my friends, I decided to take a shower.
It is also a problem to say "inspiration is strong". Ruin my moving.
When shampooing while talking to friends in my mind ... There is sense of incompatibility in my head.
I try to massage with the fingers of the finger without standing the nails so as not to hurt the scalp ... It is the usual way. But, it is strange.
... ?
I stopped hands.
... !
I lowered my hands carefully.
... !!
It does not stand a nail ... like a massage with a finger's belly ...
Another hand washes my hair.
"Who!?"
When turning around, a woman whose face was burned (?) Kept one hand on my head ...
"... beau... ti... ful... hair..."
It certainly was the voice of a woman.
I noticed it with the sound of the shower.
I fainted without showering foam, so my hair is stiff.
There was not it in the case that I care about such a thing.
I quickly rinsed off bubbles, I wore clothes and jumped out of my apartment.
I called a friend 's mobile phone from the telephone box and met with a friend at a family restaurant.
My friend said.
"After all ... Let's ask the real estate agent tomorrow, I will follow you."
The next day, the story I heard from a real estate store was like this.
Before the apartment building, there seemed to be one house and a flower shop there.
The daughter of the flower shop was a beauty boasting long hair.
However, a fire broke out in the house.
The gas in the bathroom exploded.
The daughter burned face greatly, and most of bragging hair burned down.
She broke up with her lover, and the daughter gradually did not go out.
She seems to have taken care of the hair that remained for just one grip.
She repeats shampoo, treatment and rinse many times a day, relaxing her hair in front of the mirror,
"... My hair, beautiful?"
"... My hair, beautiful?"
She asked her mother many times.
However, that slight hair also began to fall out due to mental shock and care too much.
The daughter committed suicide by cutting her wrist in the bathroom.
It was after she finished using all the new rinse her mother bought.
"It was a beautiful daughter with hair like you"
The real estate store stared at me looking back on nostalgia and said so.
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