"I fainted. I was so scared I literally passed out cold. When I woke up, it was already daylight the next day. By then, the red high heels were gone. Vanished without a trace."
"Did you have a nightmare?" That was another possibility.
"I thought so too at first." Yamada had calmed down a bit and nodded. "Because it was just so illogical! If there really was a ghost, why would it come after me? And even if it did, how could it just leave me completely unharmed? So, I really thought it was a nightmare. I guess anyone would think that. People are like that, always hoping the terrible things aren't real. You can't help but try to explain away the facts, just clinging to a sliver of hope."
"But it wasn't a dream, was it?"
"Right, it wasn't a dream! Not a dream! Because I saw the same thing again very soon after." Yamada cleared his throat. The tension from the memory had made his voice crack so much he could barely speak. "It was... in that elevator."
