Halo Thirteen: Ueda:
The police began searching around Hitomi's apartment on Monday morning. It all began with a little trip over by the landlady. At first, the old lady pounded on the front door.
"Mori-san!" she shouted. "You're rent's behind! Open this door!" To her surprise, the door swung open. Puzzled, the old lady wandered inside. Right off the bat, the silence didn't sit well with her.
"Hello?" she asked. The old lady took slower steps inside. "Is anybody here?" She felt a drop hit her cheek. The landlady lifted her head as another drop fell on her face. Her screaming could be heard from within the building.
The police arrived and began the search. They spoke with the landlady for more information. Two officers spoke to each other in the kitchen.
"There nothing in the apartment," a first one said.
"Nothing at all?" the younger one asked.
"No," the first one answered. "There's not a single soul in this apartment." The other cop thought about this information.
"Everyone!" a third cop shouted. "I found a cell phone." The other two cops looked up at him.
"Go ahead and call it," the older cop said.
"Alright," the third one said. He dialed up a random number in the phone book and pressed call. They all heard a ringing in the ceiling.
"It's coming from up there," the second cop said. The three of them went outside to the stairs up to the abandoned floor of the apartment. They came up to apartment 444 and found the door unlocked. When they looked inside, shock came over their faces. They found the bodies of Hitomi and Akihiko sitting up against the back wall.
It didn't take long for the case to spread to the police station. A rookie knocked on the boss' door.
"Ueda-san!" he shouted. "Ueda-san!"
"Come in," the older man said behind the door. The rookie opened the door.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" he asked. Ueda gave him a stern look.
"Please close the door behind you," he ordered. The rookie drew the door closed.
"What's the problem?" he asked. Ueda clinched his hands together.
"We have to drop this case," he said in a hushed tone. The rookie gave him a strange expression on his face.
"Why?" he asked. Ueda shoved a file forward on his desk. The rookie walked over for a look.
"What is this?" he asked.
"A case from twenty-four years ago," the older officer said.
"So, what does that have to do with this current case?"
Ueda pointed to the picture of the woman and the girls in the article. "Those that have crossed paths with them, have either died, gone mad, or disappeared."
The rookie shook his head. "But they're dead. That's not possible."
"It's the curse," he said.
"Yes, have you heard of the concept of ju-on?"
"Like in the movies?"
The rookie shook his head. "But that's just a movie."
"No! It's real! I saw it with my own eyes!" Ueda broke down into trailing. "I saw it with my own eyes! They killed my partners! They killed my partners! They-!" He broke down into a trembling ball of mess on the floor. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Sir?" the rookie asked, rushing over to him. "Sir? Sir?"