Events on the Day I Viewed the Court Records — Anomalies Experienced at the Tokyo High Court & Kasumigaseki Station
Introduction
Following my June 4, 2025 post titled “What Happened on the Day of the Third Oral Argument,” I had planned to write about “The Day I Received the Judgment and the Day I Filed the Appeal.”
The following excerpt provides some context:
I received the judgment on Saturday, February 22 of the same year, and filed the appeal on Friday, March 7.
However, on the afternoon of March 5, I confirmed that the appellee’s (plaintiff in the original trial) attorney had submitted a written answer to the appeal.
I am hoping to submit a rebuttal to this document before the first oral argument of the appellate trial, scheduled for June 18.
Therefore, before proceeding further with my series of court-related posts on Note, I would like to briefly report what happened on April 17, 2025, when I visited the Tokyo High Court’s Record Viewing Room—a particularly noteworthy incident.
There was a suspicious incident inside the viewing room, and something even more frightening occurred after I left the courthouse.
What Happened on the Day (April 17) I Viewed the Court Records
Sleep Condition That Day
The following is my log regarding my sleep condition on that day.
Once again, I was unable to sleep properly.
Rather than “I woke up,” it would be more accurate to say “I was forced to wake up.”
Some readers may question the content of this entry, but I will forgo detailed explanation and simply say:
“My actions are being monitored and tracked at all times.”
Round Trip to the Tokyo High Court
Regarding my trip to and from the Tokyo High Court, I initially recorded the following in my journal.
Please note that the Tokyo High Court is located in the same building as the Tokyo District Court.
On this day, the interior of the courthouse felt extremely hot, and I was subjected to a constant tinnitus attack both during the journey and inside the court.
Because there were too many details to record by hand, I typed out the events in a Word document on the day and the day after, which I then converted to PDF. The document exceeded 4,000 characters, so I will not go into further detail here.
Incident Inside the Record Viewing Room
The following describes what occurred in the viewing room.
When I entered, two individuals were already using the facility, but both left just before or shortly after I sat down.
Several oddities were observed regarding them and others who entered the room, but in this post, I will focus solely on the man labeled “Person ⑤.”
He appeared after I had taken my seat. It seemed he did not go through the check-in procedure.
He appeared to be acquainted with the woman at the reception desk, and may have been a court staff member.
He sat behind me to the right and began typing four-digit numbers loudly and repeatedly on his laptop keyboard.
This behavior reminded me of similar incidents that took place in April 2018 at SunFlare (a translation agency) and Sagara Clinic.
I took this as a message meant to pressure me — “It’s useless to resist, just withdraw your appeal.”
Whether or not he knew that this act could cause me distress is unclear, but it is certainly not something that should be done in a viewing room.
At the end of my session, I photocopied the court clerk’s records of the 1st to 4th oral arguments. I completed the task at 12:04 PM.
Frightening Incident Inside Kasumigaseki Station
After leaving the courthouse, I headed to Kasumigaseki Station via Exit A1 to take the subway, as I usually do.
Upon descending at Exit A1, I found the ticket gates for the Marunouchi and Hibiya lines to the left.
In fact, the Chiyoda Line is also accessible from here, but I had long misunderstood that it wasn’t, and so I convinced myself “not this way” and passed by.
Immediately afterward, I was hit by an overwhelming wave of fatigue. I instinctively felt, “I’m being attacked by the organization conducting human experimentation.”
I tried to walk toward the Chiyoda Line gates, but at some point, I must have lost consciousness while walking.
When I came to, I found myself at a dead end, with a stairway leading down to a platform either on the left or the right (I can’t recall which side).
I had no idea which line it was, but figured, “I must’ve walked quite far, so it should be the Chiyoda Line,” and went down to the platform.
Seeing the destination display read “Kita-Senju,” I assumed it was the Chiyoda Line and boarded the train.
However, I started noticing that the station names it stopped at didn’t match what I was familiar with.
When the train stopped at Akihabara Station, I was certain—it couldn’t be the Chiyoda Line, since that line does not serve Akihabara.
I had boarded a Hibiya Line train.
Reflection
After descending from Exit A1, I clearly remember not using the first ticket gate, and instead trying to head for the one I usually use.
However, I have no memory at all of what path I took after that. I believe I may have lost consciousness for a short period.
If I had received some kind of subliminal suggestion during that time, I might have done something irreversible.
This kind of expression may sound exaggerated.
However, I was suddenly overwhelmed by intense fatigue and eventually found myself in a state that felt like I had lost consciousness.
When I came to, I was on the platform of a train line I had never used before.
That is why I have a strong sense of alarm about what happened.
A combination of sleep deprivation, strange occurrences along the way, continuous tinnitus attacks, and the sustained sound of key tapping in the viewing room—
these repeated and unnatural events may have triggered the frightening episode that followed.
When the key tapping began, I distinctly felt that “something is wrong—this might be dangerous.”
Below is a figure summarizing train departure times, travel durations, and my time of return home.
The walk from the courthouse gate to Exit A1 takes less than one minute.
I’ll skip the detailed breakdown here, but based on train departure times, travel duration, and records of my shopping near the station, I estimate that I boarded either the 12:17 or 12:22 train from Kasumigaseki Station.
Therefore, the time during which I was likely in an unconscious or semi-conscious state would be less than 10 minutes.
Who was the man repeatedly typing on the keyboard in the viewing room?
He appeared to be familiar with the receptionist—why didn’t she stop his actions? Was she a regular staff member?
The loud keyboard typing and my unsteady, possibly unconscious walking through the station may be difficult to prove to others.
Still, these are things I genuinely experienced.
Other people who entered or exited the viewing room that day also exhibited suspicious behavior.
About 10 days later, on April 28, I submitted my appellate brief to the court. But even at home, I encountered incidents that made me feel emotionally crushed.
I hope to write about those incidents in a future post.
※A follow-up to this article, titled “Events on the Day of Reviewing Court Records (Follow-up) — Suspicious Individuals Encountered in the Viewing Room,” was posted on July 19, 2025.
