Yoshi—"In the middle of last night I opened my eyes. Dimly outlined beside the lantern (andon) sat a rascal; some fellow who had been amusing himself at a neighbouring brothel. I thought that being drunk with wine he had come there by mistake. 'Who are you?' Thus I shouted. It disappeared. Dōmo! It was a strange occurrence. Was it a ghost, thought I? I could remember no grudge with another person. Anyhow, in all likelihood it is no ghost, thought I. However I look at it, I don't understand."
Friend—"Hei! Yoshi San, it was your own imagination."
Yoshi—"Though I considered it a vision of my own, as strange I mention it."
Friend—"If you feel bad it will be well to stay away for to-night."
Yoshi—"I don't think I feel badly in any other way. To-night—for the whole night—I'll make the test."
That day he returned to the Yoshiwara house. That night no one was seen. But when he did see it, was the thing a matter of his own imagination? The next day he came to the theatre. The friend was waiting for him.
Friend—"Yoshi San, did it appear at night?"
Yoshi—"Iya! At night it did not appear. In the middle of the night opening my eyes I looked with especial care to the eight sides. Nothing that could be considered suspicious was to be seen."
Friend—"Then it was as I said. It being at one time a brothel, would not something appear in this house? Having this wholly in mind, the thing presented itself to your eyes."
Yoshi—"Doubtless it is but that; a freak of the imagination."