The story began eight years ago in a local playground. It was a summer night in 2014.
"It was tasty, wasn't it?"
"Yeah."
After a fun date with my boyfriend...
"I am almost home."
...he was walking me home.
The two of us were acting lovey-dovey and arrived near my house. I really didn't want to say goodbye for the night.
"I am almost home."
"We are already here."
"I don't want you to go."
"Then should we stay for a bit at the playground over there?"
"Sounds good."
In the end we decided to spend a bit more time together at a playground.
Had it been about 30 minutes? When I was talking to him...
"This is so nice."
My boyfriend was looking at somewhere else, not me. He kept looking somewhere else.
"What are you doing? What are you looking at?"
"What's that?" He said while pointing at something ahead.
I wondered what it was and turned to where he was pointing.
There was a red long puffer jacket on the chin up bar. And it was a summer night.
"Why is that hanging there? Who left it there?"
"No. I don't think it's a jacket. I think it's a person."
"Gosh, no way. How can anyone hang....Oh! It is a person."
"Sweetie, stop looking."
"What?"
"She seems weird."
"Okay."
"Let's just go."
"Let's go."
We got up and headed to my house. When I looked back again, she was already gone.
"Where did she go? Did she figure out that we were looking at her?"
We didn't think much of it and let that go. After saying goodnight to my boyfriend, we parted ways.
I thought that I should hurry inside and watch him go. So I hurried inside the house and looked for my boyfriend through the window in the veranda.
I was waving at him for a while.
"Gosh! What is that?" My eyes went to the veranda of the apartment which was across from our apartment.
"It's the woman we saw on the chin-up bar at the playground."
The moment I thought that, the woman looked right at me. The moment our eyes met, she waved at me.
I hastily closed the curtains and left the veranda.
"Hey, I just saw a weird woman."
"A weird woman? What? Where did you see her?"
"I just saw her on the veranda. A woman in a red puffer jacket across our apartment waved at me."
"It's summer. Why would anyone wear a red puffer jacket? Where is she? There? Let's go."
That woman had disappeared again.
(You can check out my original story. The title is 'The Reddest Red')