A strange man
The following story was posted without a title on an internet platform as a “scary story” and has become one of my favorite pieces of short prose (I wouldn’t say it classifies as a short story) both in terms of its style and – especially so – in terms of its effect on the reader. But read for yourself.
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I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day, when I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in a corner of the subway station, muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.
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