Sugata Sa~n!

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(Translated and arranged by Saya)

This story was told to me by a friend.

Once, he was staying at a mountain lodge with a few other of his friends.

They were having fun playing a card game in the middle of the night, when they heard a voice calling out:

"Sugata Sa~n!" (Note: San is a genderless honorific equivalent to Mr., Mrs., Miss., etc)

They all exchanged alarmed glances. 

It was because the voice was coming from outside the front door.

There were two people whose surname was “Sugata” in their group.

"Hey, someone's calling your name... But who can it be?”

"Which Sugata do they want?"

It was in the dead of the night, and they couldn't imagine anyone climbing up the mountain at this late hour to reach the lodge. 

Also, why wouldn't the person just come inside the lodge?

Everyone remained silent, while the voice continued to call out the name, over and over.

My friend felt that they couldn’t just do nothing, so he got up and walked over to the front door to see what was going on.

Everyone else held their breath and watched him as he slowly opened the door. 

But —— 

No one was outside.

He scanned his surroundings with a flashlight but saw nothing moving. 

"What on earth was that?"

My friend closed the door, feeling relieved and a bit creeped out at the same time.

They decided to forget about it and resumed the game, but after a while, they again heard the voice:

"Sugata Sa~n!"

It sounded louder than before.

Everyone stared at the front door without a word.

This time, no one volunteered to go and check the outside.

The voice continued to repeat the same words incessantly, without changing its tone.

They had lost the count of the number of times they heard the voice, when:

" Sugata Sa~n........ Aghhh!"

Suddenly, the voice got cut off and everything became still.

No one dared to go and check the outside alone, so they opened the front door together.

The outside was the same as before.

They perceived nothing unusual in the darkness.

But a strong uneasy feeling had already settled in them, and they were unable to shake it off immediately like before. 

After some discussion, they decided to take turns keeping watch throughout the night until daybreak.

When the morning came without any incidents, they felt like they could finally breathe a little.

"What did really happen last night?"

They were talking about it while getting ready to leave, when one person in the group, who had just stepped outside ahead of the others, let out a loud cry. 

It sounded like the person was screaming in great alarm.

The others hurriedly ran outside, and found the large body of a dead monkey lying near the front door. 

The air smelled of blood.

The monkey's head was completely crushed, and it lay face down on the ground.

It looked as though it was beaten to death from behind.

Confused silence descended on them.

Last night, when they checked the outside, there was no dead body of a monkey at that place.

When was the monkey killed?

But more importantly, who killed the monkey?

There was no way to find out the answers to those questions.

Reluctantly, they dug the ground and buried the monkey's body, before going down the mountain.

The monkey was apparently buried at some distance from the mountain lodge. 

My friend noticed something strange while burying the monkey:

"The monkey's head was completely crushed, but I saw some strands of black hair among the remains. 

It was a little hard to see them because they were all mingled with the minced meat, but those strands of hair were distinctively different from the normal hair of a monkey. 

I don't know how to say it, but at that moment, I imagined something creepy --- that perhaps, it was a monkey with a human head."

My friend still climbs the mountain occasionally, but he says he makes sure he stays away from that particular lodge.

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Saya’ Comment : This must have been Mono Grande !😆⭐️

BTW, the font used for the story is different from the rest because I am posting it from an iPhone for the first time and I don’t still know how to manage it yet. I first wrote the story on a different app and then pasted it onto here, but it has somehow retained the original font😭

Anyway, I hope you like this story! Thank you so much for reading it!💕

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