Kuwabara and his friends were wandering the city as had become usual for them, when sudden chills tickled their way up and down his spine. He froze and his whole body stiffened up.
"Yo, Kuwabara, what's wrong?" asked Kirishima when they noticed that Kuwabara wasn't walking.
Kuwabara's eyes darted around, searching for the danger that his mind insisted was there. He didn't see anyone, but a spooky sort of coldness emanated from the abandoned apartment building they were standing in front of.
"We need to get out of here," Kuwabara said.
"What for?" Okubo asked.
"Yeah, there's not anyone around," said Sawamura.
How could they not feel the wrongness coming from the building? Okubo took a step towards Kuwabara, and Kuwabara's adrenaline spiked. Not even knowing what he was supposed to be saving Okubo from, Kuwabara yelled, "Look out!" and tackled Okubo. A second later concrete rubble from a balcony on the apartment building hit the sidewalk where Okubo would have been if Kuwabara hadn't tackled him.
Kirishima and Okubo started at Kuwabara with wide eyes while Sawamura tried to see who had pushed the rubble down. "I don't see anyone!" Sawamura announced.
Kuwabara glanced up. He didn't see anyone either, but he knew without a doubt that something was up there watching them, and it was mean.
"Let's go," Kuwabara said, and this time the others didn't question him.
Once they were back to a slightly more populated part of the city, Kirishima asked, "What was going on back there?"
Kuwabara shifted uncomfortably. Ever since that first incident by the Selling House years ago, Kuwabara had started noticing the presence of what he was sure were ghosts. But he'd never talked about it, not even with his dad. He sighed. "Let's find somewhere to sit and I'll tell you."
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