I had a rather strange hobby. The hobby is to go out to the roof of my house in the middle of the night and observe the city where I live with binoculars from there.
It's fun to observe a quiet city that's different from the usual. It is strangely exciting to see a big water tank that can be seen in the distance, a taxi that goes up a slope with a drunk man, or a dazzling vending machine that stands in the distance.
There's a long slope on the west side of my house, and it goes straight down towards here. So if you look west from the roof, you'll be able to put the whole slope in the view from the front.
While looking at the vending machine installed on the side of the slope with binoculars, I noticed, "Oh, there's a big moth flying," and there was a guy coming down from the top of the slope with blistering speed.
"What?" When I looked at him with binoculars, I saw a man like a very thin child naked, waving his hand to me with a big smile on his face, and running at breakneck speed. He's clearly aware of my presence, and he's still insight with me.
For a moment, I was taken aback and stared at it, but I felt like it was going to be really bad, so I hurried down the stairs and ran into the house.
I closed the door, locked it, and thought, "What is it? What should I do?" I was frightened.
"Dadadadadadadadadad!!!!!!!!"
I heard the sound of going up the stairs to the roof. He's obviously looking for me. "It's become so terrible, what should I do, what the hell?" I was muttering in my mind, holding an iron with both hands as a weapon in the middle of the living room so as not to make a noise while lurking my voice.
After a while, I heard the sound of going down the stairs. I was shaking so much as if I was going to be stupid, and then I heard "Dandandan dan dan dan!!" at the door! He hits it, and rings the chime "Ping Pong Pong! Ping pong! Ping pong!!"
"Ughhh, Uh..!!" I can hear also his groan. My heart stopped for a moment, and after that, it began to beat very fast. As I was shivering and bating my breath, he stopped knocking and chiming in about a few tens of seconds, and it returned to an original quiet state.
Still, of course, I couldn't be at ease, so I held the iron and was stiffened until the sun rose.
Who the fuck was he!? I'll never look at binoculars in the middle of the night again.