The next day, as we did our dishwashing, we heard Yuuka screaming, "A hand! A hand! A deathly white hand in the washing room, oh!" Mokou and I could never seem to sort out what it was she was screaming about. Naturally, Mokou suggested we just simply ignore it, as Yuuka might be rambling about nothing, there was something pulling my curiosity prompting me to ask, "Huzi, what you suppose she's screaming about?" Mokou petted Reimu on the head and answered, in her diluted Kansaiben, "Oh, uh, probably nothin', as this place is designed to make people go crazy." As we were talking, a deathly white hand reached out from the shadows and grabbed Mokou's ankle, scaring us. Not knowing what else to do, I stepped on it with my large clog shoe (being immortal means the injuries heal quickly but not necessarily perfect), causing it to rapidly retreat. We never seemed to forget that because by our free time we weren't the only ones who had seen it reach out.

We discussed it and all decided we need a drink. The only one that didn't really agree with that was Reimu but, then again, she didn't really know what we were talking about.

The screams are
starting subside and, yet,
they grow louder