Thank you for all your wonderful comments you posted while I was away! :D

Friday, 30 November 2018

Announcement from Saya (AGAIN)

Thank you everyone for your kind messages yesterday.

I'm not trying to create a confusion here, but yesterday I had a very, very, VERY bad day.

But today I feel better and I realise I want to keep this blog going and it's not such a good idea to leave it unupdated for too long.

So I have decided to update something next week.

I'm sorry to have confused you.

I love you all,
Saya

(P.S. I will reply to your comments soon)

Thursday, 29 November 2018

Announcement from Saya

Hi everyone! Thank you always for your support!

I would just like to let you know that I may not be updating the blog until Christmas.

I'm too busy and too tired right now. If I change my mind, I will let you know!

Take care and be happy! :)
Much Love,
Saya

Tuesday, 27 November 2018

Notsuke Peninsula, Hokkaido


Notsuke Peninsula in Hokkaido is Japan's longest sandspit, extending for 26 km (about 16 miles) in length. Withered pine trees stand all around on the wetland, giving the landscape a bleak and otherworldly appearance.

Todowara, Notsuke Peninsula, aka "The End of the World"
But it is rumoured that on a foggy day, this place truly becomes a gateway of anotherwold.
On such a day, people are warned not to walk towards the direction from which the sound of bells comes, or not to follow after a little girl wearing red dress.


Sunday, 25 November 2018

Emergency Shelter

(Translated by Saya)

This is a cryptic story! :)

A certain countryside region was hit by earthquake.
I headed to the nearest elementary school building, which was a designated emeregency shelter, and decided to spend a night in there; but as turned out, it was too crowded and therefore too noisy and too warm.
When I went outside to get some fresh air, I noticed there was another building with the lights out on the same premises.
I walked over to it and went inside. It was cool, quiet and a lot of people were lying down on the floor.
I felt so lucky to have found the place and lay down in the same way as the others to go to sleep. But after a while I realised there was something wrong with the place. It was far too quiet.

I dashed out of the building.

Monday, 19 November 2018

Yokai or Ghost? A Creepy Woman Appears in Hokkaido, Japan

 A creepy woman appears in Sapporo, Hokkaido, who stands in the middle of a pedestrian crossing and keeps staring ahead even after traffic lights have changed.




(Translated by Saya)

1: Anonymous  2018/11/11(Sun) 23:12:14.45 ID:jBrM7swNd
Pure horror

3: Anonymous  2018/11/11(Sun) 23:12:55.85 ID:HwScmoOB0
OK scary

6: Anonymous  2018/11/11(Sun) 23:13:31.28 ID:PPuJ216O0
Frightened the living daylights out of me!

8: Anonymous  2018/11/11(Sun) 23:13:53.64 ID:8D5sQ8j50
This is like a materialised ghost

12: Anonymous 2018/11/11(Sun) 23:14:21.56 ID:bQohlaqe0
I thought she was going to attack the car, but she just keeps standing there. That makes it even creepier.


Wednesday, 14 November 2018

The Suspension Bridge

(Translated by Saya)
This is a true story that really happened to my friend, although he never told me the exact location where it took place.
The incident caused two deaths, and he himself had to be quesitoned by the police over and over again.
I heard the story in question from my friend while we were still at college...

It happened when my friend and his six coworkers at his part-time job went for a drive to a suspension bridge in a certain prefecture in the Chugoku region.*1
They split off and drove separately in two cars.

My friend was the driver of the second car.
In the first car which drove ahead of him, there were the manager and a couple, and in his own car there were the remaining four people including himself.

Although they set off in the morning, due to the many stops they made on the way, the sun was already setting when they arrived at the suspension bridge.
The suspension bridge ran across a deep valley in the middle of a mountain.
As they approached the bridge, it began to drizzle, and fog started swirling around them.

There was an open space in front of the bridge, and if the weather were fine, they would have parked their cars in there and crossed the bridge to the other side on foot and come back.
(The other side of the bridge was a dead end. The bridge was left there for sight-seeing.)
However, the moment they reached the open space, the first car came to an abrupt halt. 
"What are they doing...?"
The four people, who were inside the second car which also stopped about 10 metres behind the first car, had no clue as to why the manager stopped his car. For some minutes, those in the second car just sat there looking on.


Sunday, 11 November 2018

Full Moon


(Translated by Saya)

The following is the account of my mother's experience...

Five years ago, my mother was working for my father's business partner.
Her boss, the company director, would become very irritable at times, and lose his temper at the slightest provacation.
Someone would tell him, "please make sure you look through these documents,"  and he would somehow blow up, and start taking his anger on the objects around him, and sometimes even start throwing them around.

One day, my mother was on her way home thinking "he was in a bad mood today too," when she noticed the full moon in the sky.
The same thing happened the following month, and the month after that; and she realised that when her boss became irritable it was invariably on a full moon day.
In time, she started thinking, "I don't want to go to work tomorrow because it's a full moon day."

But the boss died suddenly, and it was not because of illness or an accident. He had seemed perfectly robust and healthy up until the time of his death.
Apparently, he had a heart attack. People conjectured that perhaps he had been working too hard.

Friday, 9 November 2018

Bunny

(Translated by Saya) 

When I told this to a friend, he froze for a second, and then burst out laughing...
But to me, it was a quite creepy experience.
This story involves my daughter, who turned three last June.

My daughter has some imaginery friends, just like a lot of other children do.
She often talks about "Panda san *1,"Tanuki san *2" and "Bunny san."
"Panda san is still a baby," "It was Tankui san who made a mess," she would say, but there was something about "Bunny san" that set it apart from the other two.

After some pondering, I realised that her description of "Bunny san" was often more detailed and specific than that of of the other ones.
"Bunny san is much older than me, so she can use chopsticks very well."
"Bunny san is looking at the flowers on the balcony now."

One time, my daughter was tinkering on the piano.
She did that often and I didn't pay much attention to it - until my ears caught a certain tune.
Do...re..mi...Do...re...mi....
It was the Tulip song.*3

She didn't have a piano teacher, and neither I nor my wife had ever taught her to play it.
I asked her how she came to learn it, and she replied, "Bunny san taught it to me."

Wednesday, 7 November 2018

Holy Words of Shinto: Harae Kotoba

It is said that just by reciting these Holy words -  called Harae Kotoba (祓詞, purification words) - below, you can purify yourself and turn bad luck into good luck!
The words are always recited before a Shinto ritual.

The Harae Kotoba:
掛けまくも畏き 伊邪那岐の大神 / 筑紫の日向の橘の小戸の阿波岐原に /
禊ぎ祓へ給ひし時に/ 生り坐せる祓へ戸の大神たち /
諸々の禍事・罪・穢れあらむをば /
祓へ給ひ清め給へと 白すことを聞こし召せと /
恐み恐みも白す。

Pronunciation (in Japanese):
かけまくも かしこき/ 
いざなぎのおおかみ / つくしの ひむかの たちばなの おどのあわぎはらに/
みそぎはらえたまいしときに / なりませる はらえどのおおかみたち /
もろもろの まがごと つみ けがれ あらむをば /
はらえたまい きよめたまえと / まおすことを きこしめせと/
かしこみ かしこみも まおす。

The recording of a Shinto priest reciting the Harae Kotoba

Pronunciation (in alphabet):
Kakemakumo kashikoki / Izanagi-no-Ohkami / Tsukushi-no Himuka-no Tachibana-no Odo-no Awagihara-ni/
Mishogi harae Tamaishi tokini / Narimaseru Haraedo-no Ohkami-tachi /
Moromoro-no Magagoto Tsumi Kegare Aramuoba /
Haraetamai Kiyometamae-to/ Maosukoto-o Kikoshimese-to/
Kasikomi Kashikomi Maosu.

Sunday, 4 November 2018

The Watch Cabin

(Translated by Saya)

My high school building was ancient, something like 120 years old*1
It had undergone so many renovations and extension works in the past that its layout had become a total mess.
For example, even though it was a one-storey building, it had a staircase reaching from one end of a corridor to the ceiling.
There were also a music room right next to the entrance, and an inaccessible door embedded into a wall (seen from the outside, it was conspicuously covered over by plywood boards).
The oddest of them all was what they called the "Watch Cabin."

A countryside village in Kyoto with traditional farmhouses *2
My home was far from school, so I sometimes stayed overnight in houses of friends and teachers who lived locally.
One day I couldn't find anyone who could let me stay in their house, so I decided to spend a night in the said "Watch Cabin".
Outwardly, the Watch Cabin looked like a normal country house. It came with one 8-jo*3 room, an old telephone and a small kitchen.

And I was about to find out why the place was called the Watch Cabin through the experience I had that very night.

Another person, a friend of mine, was going to stay with me in the Cabin.
We were in high spirits, as if we were on a school trip, as we cheerful spread out futons on the floor.

Marcelo Carter's "A worm-shaped god"


Hi everyone! How are you today? Good? :D

I just wanted to introduce to you a novella written by one of my blog readers and friend Marcelo Carter, a young and very talented Chilean writer!
* Visit Marcelo's blog where he posts short horror stories. They are in Spanish but you can use Google translator to read them :D http://historiastenebrosas.com/

The book is available on Amazon Kindle, and is called A worm-shaped god.
*click HERE to go to the Amazon page. 
(*If you can read Spanish, here is the original Spanish edition of the book on Amazon)

Here is the summary of the story:
Andrés, after witnessed a brutal beating on his teacher, which would eventually lead him to death, is threatened by the bully of the school, Sebastián Kurdo; an aggressive boy, believed to belong to a violent gang called "The Skull-breakers".
Filled with fear and uncertainty, Andrés looks for the help of an old friend who has returned to the city, not knowing that Ignacio is no longer the innocent boy he remembers, and that his help will unleash a series of tragic, macabre and horrifying events. Based on a true story.


Sounds intriguing, isn't it? :D
I finished reading it some days ago and oh boy was it scary. The story is written in first person narrative, so I felt like I was myself thrown into the nightmarish world of teenage violence and crime and of cladestine bloodthirsty sect, alongside the narrator.
The fact that the narrator is just a normal teenager makes it feel worse; he is caring towards his mother and loyal to his best friend, but ironically it is precisely his love for his best friend that gets him into deep water, because that friend turns out to be a total psycho. XD
Until the very end of the story I was on the edge of my seat wondering what would happen to this poor boy!
There are lots of blood and gore in the story, so it is not for the faint of heart!
(I felt literally sick reading some parts of the story XD)

If you want to know more about the story please visit the website Marcelo created for his book:
http://www.wormshapedgod.com/

On this website, you can also find information about the documentary that was filmed back in 2006 about the true crime story on which Marcelo's book is based.