3: Fine Noodle Incident

Even though this is not a ghost story, it's necessary to be told.

My master of occultism suddenly stopped joining the circle. According to his batchmate, he didn't even come to the university. Worrying about him, I visited his apartment. The door was unlocked as I expected. I  went into the room after knocking on the door, and found him disheartened sleeping on  his futon. 

"I've been having a poor appetite. I only ate fine noodles for a week," Master said. He should be disheartened.

"Isn't there something else to eat here? You're gonna die," I tried to find something he might be able to eat but there was nothing. "You got summer heat fatigue?" Though I asked, he didn't answer. As he didn't say anything, I heartlessly left his apartment. "I don't know anymore."

Although I had a feeling of awe for him, some part of me was making fun of him at the same time because he sometimes acted like a kid.

Two days later, I visited him again and he was sleeping just like before. He said he'd never gone out of the apartment  and kept idling his time away all the day.

"Fine noodles can't keep you alive." While I was saying, Master suddenly retched and rushed into the bath room. I followed him. As I rubbed on his back to help, he started vomitting.
―― White noodles became brown puke.
Having looked at him vomiting, I had that funny thought and realized something. I looked for food again but couldn't find any of it. Even fine noodles couldn't be found in this room.

"What do you eat, Master?"  I held him out for a reply but he didn't say anything. Although I suspected if he was possessed by something, there was nothing I could do for that.
I decided to get him go to the hospital. He was immediately addmited because of malnutrition. He was given a drip and gradually recovered.

Four days later, he left the hospital. But he finally didn't tell me what he was eating while he was being a hermit. However, there was a sudden change in his language for some reasons.
His language used to be rough but after the hospital, it changed to soft tone which sounded like a good child.
During the summer, I often visited lots of haunted places with him and underwent various dengerous situations because of him who had become childish and lost reliability.