Because of sleepwalking, Pound had to move out of the staff dormitory and find another place to live.
By chance, I met a landlord who was stern but had a good personality. But after Pound moved into his new residence, a series of supernatural things happened.
He naturally believed that it was caused by his sleepwalking, so he installed a camera in his bedroom to observe whether he did anything out of the ordinary.
As a result, in the middle of the night, Pound was sleeping peacefully in bed, but the doorknob turned, and the landlord in a nightgown walked silently to his bed.
Sluggish and cute, he was attacked by a sinister and steady city.
This is a short story written to practice pen writing, so don't take it too seriously.
Intention: Tolerance
