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Many years ago, the walls of Japanese houses were made of thin rice paper. It was thin enough for you to see the shadow of someone on the other side, but you couldn't make out any details. Anyway, one night, a young businessman was walking through a village on the way home. It was getting dark, so he stopped at a house and asked the man their if he could stay with him for the night. "Of Course," the man replied, "I don't get many visitors."

Later that night, as the man was sleeping, he was woken up by a rhythmic tapping. He opened his eyes and saw the silhouette of a woman dancing (Remember, the walls are made of rice paper). He wet his finger and poked a hole through so he could have a better view. Through it, he saw a beautiful woman dancing. Her long, black hair covered one side of her face. The man wondered why the old man hadn't told him about her. He decided to take one last look through the hole. This time, all he saw was a red glow and nothing else. Thinking nothing of it, the man settled into a deep sleep. The next morning, at breakfast, he asked the old man, "Who was that woman in the room beside me?"

The old man replied, "Woman? There isn't anyone living with me. I used to have a daughter, but we couldn't find a suitor for her, as she was born with a deformity. She died in that room."

"What was the deformity?" The young man asked.

"She was born with one red eye."

k la i know this story v weak but i got no other story

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robin wrote:: Many years ago, the walls of Japanese houses were made of thin rice paper. It was thin enough for you to see the shadow of someone on the other side, but you couldn't make out any details. Anyway, one night, a young businessman was walking through a village on the way home. It was getting dark, so he stopped at a house and asked the man their if he could stay with him for the night. "Of Course," the man replied, "I don't get many visitors."

Later that night, as the man was sleeping, he was woken up by a rhythmic tapping. He opened his eyes and saw the silhouette of a woman dancing (Remember, the walls are made of rice paper). He wet his finger and poked a hole through so he could have a better view. Through it, he saw a beautiful woman dancing. Her long, black hair covered one side of her face. The man wondered why the old man hadn't told him about her. He decided to take one last look through the hole. This time, all he saw was a red glow and nothing else. Thinking nothing of it, the man settled into a deep sleep. The next morning, at breakfast, he asked the old man, "Who was that woman in the room beside me?"

The old man replied, "Woman? There isn't anyone living with me. I used to have a daughter, but we couldn't find a suitor for her, as she was born with a deformity. She died in that room."

"What was the deformity?" The young man asked.

"She was born with one red eye."

k la i know this story v weak but i got no other story

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