“ “II ── The Faceless Ghost Hey. Still awake? Then just one more. This too is only for you. ...When that man was a child, every night, something strange came. A ghost with no face. No eyes, no nose, no mouth. Smooth and blank, just standing there. Saying nothing. Doing nothing. Just standing by his pillow, every night. For half a year. Frightening, isn't it. I'm frightened too. But when the man grew up, he did a strange thing. He decided never to show his face to anyone. A man who takes photographs — yet never lets himself be photographed. Why, do you think? ...Here's what I think. The man was afraid of that faceless ghost. Afraid — but he could never forget it. So when he grew up, he became, just a little, like the ghost. Hiding his face. The thing that frightens you is sometimes the thing closest to you. There may be someone standing behind you too, right now. Someone with no face. ...You don't have to turn around. It's all right. It's only watching you. Probably. Hey. Scared? But — don't you want to know, just a little? Who it is, standing behind you? Kagome, kagome. The bird of foam — when, oh when will it come out? On the evening of the dawn, it forms and fades, fades and forms. The one behind you, facing front — who is it?
