Woman Lives Undetected in Man's Closet in Japan for a Year

There is a man living in my deep closet.

No, I’m not joking. He’s my old landlord, the one that lost his house and I had to leave in 30 days. I let him stay for a month, once. It’s two years later. He won’t leave. I have no idea how to make him leave, without severe damage to my apartment and belongings. He’s a good guy, and a friend, but I’d like him to find his own place. Or at least chip in on the rent.

Um, I do.

It’s easier to get to them.

Slee

I do, too. Where does someone who doesn’t do this keep their jeans? In a drawer?
The floor?

You drape them over the woman living in your closet.
Duh!!

:smack:

THAT’S what she’s there for! Like the crone who lurks in the ladie’s room at posh restaurants–I get it now!

I think the woman in my closet eats my laundry. It’s the only explanation for my socks.

(You know, this whole situation could make a good dark romantic comedy…)

Whether I kicked her out or not might depend largely on what she looked like, hehehe.

I keep my jeans on hangers. Or at least some of them, after running out of space elsewhere. I need to clean out the closet. Hey! Maybe I’ll find …

Kind of like The Bliss of Miss Blossom.

The Japanese style room (with tatami mats) that she hid in has two closets, with the upper section which is 50 cm (about 20 in) tall. It was an unused room and the man must never have looked into it.