So I says to my friend 'let's go up country to see if we can find the ghost's mum so she can fix stuff' but he's lying tits up in a tray of developing fluid so can't come. He was a miserable fucker anyway.
I took the little metre gauge train up to the village in the hills. This operates on 800 volts ac with small traditional wooden buildings at each station. The train was almost empty except for an old man playing peek-a-boo in Japanese which got tiresome after about the fifth peek-a-boo in Japanese.
When I did find the fucker's mum the ghost killed her anyway. I manage to catch the last train back, which meant I only had to make three rather than four changes on the trip back to Tokyo.
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