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The apartments have been quiet since the diary entry from days ago. The ghosts still roam the hallways, but seem to be paying less and less attention to the living tenants. The Noh mask vanished from its last closet and didn't reappear in a new one.
It's a bit strange when the absence of strange things is almost suspicious.
Friday morning has that same silent, lazy feel to it. If you sleep at all, the first thing you'll likely realize when you open your eyes is just how good you slept the night before. The only thing that's been creeping past your window is a thick fog that's taking its own sweet time in rolling through.
But when it does, you're once again reminded of where you are. Crawling up the hill behind the apartments is a set of steep stone stairs...28 to be exact. There's a large tree at the top of them, where the fog is still thick. So thick that it's hard to tell if there's actually a building up there or it's just your imagination.
Either way, you're not imagining the perfectly tailored school uniform that's now hanging in your closet. But at least you still have a three-day weekend.