Thank you so much everyone for your lovely comments! Lots of love!

Wednesday, 30 December 2009

At The Lake

Saya: a nice little story to start with..:)

This happened a few years ago when I was camping by Lake Honsu.
In the middle of night as we sat around the fire I heard a woman scream from the direction of the lake.

"Heeeeelp! Anyooooone!"

I turned my head towards the lake and and saw a woman drowning in it.
I jumped to my feet, thinking I must help her quickly.

I was about to throw myself into the water when my friend said:
"What are doing?" He tried to pull me back.
"What am I doing? We've got to help her!"
I replied but he said;
"Cool your head down and look again! You know she's very far from us. But it's picth black! How is it possible that we can see her face so clearly!?"
His words made me look towards the lake again.

Then I realized the woman had stopped struggling in the water and was now staring steadily at us.
But the water was too deep for anyone to stand in! And as my friend said it was pitch black around us, yet I could see every detail of her face.
Her face looked strangely luminous although the light from our fire was too faint to reach that far.

Totally freaked out, we immediately packed everything up and left. We tried not to look towards the lake while we packed but I could feel her eyes following our every move.
I swear I'll never go to that place again...!

Thursday, 24 December 2009


Hi everyone!

I'm hoping to start posting again soon (like next week) :)

See you later,


Saturday, 18 July 2009

Kizimecca's Art

The Japanese artist Kizimecca's website has a list of his works that include stuff like "murder scene photos" in a ruined building, photos of a dead animal, and paintings that depict dismembered and tortured human beings.

In one interview Kizimecca says his works don't reflect his inner desire to torture and murder people but rather they are meant to be sort of a statement to the society.

Kizimecca also comments: "I want people to see my works and think 'wow they are so beautiful!' although no one has ever said that to me before *laughs*"

Saturday, 4 July 2009

Dir en Grey "Obscure (the uncensored version)" 18+

WARNING - EXTREME VIOLENCE!If you do not like seeing BLOOD, SEVERED LIMBS, TORTURE SCENES etc do not watch it, because I do not want you to be sick all over your computer.

It's quite loud so watch the volume as well!

Dir en Grey (wikipedia)
Dir en Grey Official Site


I confess I only watched the beginning. :P

Sunday, 28 June 2009

Friday, 26 June 2009

The Polaroid Camera

A man was taking pictures of himself using the self-timer on the polaroid camera.

After taking a few pictures he noticed a shadow in the corner of one picture.
He turned around but there was no one behind him. There was only himself in the room.

He took one more picture and in it he saw a strange man standing behind him. But when he turned around there was no one there, as before.

He then took yet another shot and this time the picture showed the same stranger raising a knife high in the air, ready to strike him...

He stopped taking pictures immediately but who knows what would have happenned if he had shot sequence photographs..?

Sunday, 21 June 2009


Saya's note: this one is also a story I translated a long time ago and hadn't bother to publish until now... Well, well, I hope you enjoy it!

My friend S once had a pet squirrel when he was at primary school. He adored it and looked after it well, but one day while he was out the squirrel apparently managed to open the cage on its own and escaped.

He searched every room in his house but couldn't find it.
He lived on the fifth floor of an apartment block. Maybe his squirrel fell from the balcony and died? He went outside and searched the ground below the balcony, but found no dead body of a squirrel or other such things. He then returned home and searched more but it was useless.

He wondered if his squirrel fell from the balcony but somehow managed to survive and ran away. For the next week or so he looked everywhere, both inside and outside home, but it seemed his squirrel was lost for good.

He was on the verge of giving up when one day he found a large envelope inside the post. Usually all mails for the residents would be put in the post boxes in the ground floor hall, so the fact that there was an envelope inside his house's post box meant that someone had brought it in person. S was curious and opened the envelope immediately.

And what he found inside - and it was the only thing in it - was a bushy tail of a squirrel...

And S was quite sure that the tail belonged to his squirrel. Who did this? Was it someone from the neighbourhood? Why was there only the tail in the envelope? What happened to the rest of the body? How did the person who gave him the envelope know that the squirrel belonged to him?

S never found out the answers. All he could do was cry and bury the tail.

Sunday, 14 June 2009

The Taxi

Saya's note: I translated this story quite a while ago (maybe it was last year) and left it unpublished thinking it wasn't scary enough... But now I don't have much time updating the blog I decided to publish it anyway...

When I stepped out of the tube station, it was raining heavily outside. I opened my umbrella and started walking. But something was wrong. The atmosphere was somehow very unpleasant.


Every single person I walked past didn't have an umbrella over them. Everyone was silent and looking grim; and they walked on, all facing the same direction.

Then suddenly a taxi stopped by, and the driver put out his hand and beckoned me to come over. I gestured to him that I didn't need a taxi, but the taxi-driver said, "Come on, get in!"
He was so insistent that I had to give in. Besides I wanted to get away from this unpleasant atmosphere.

Later, the driver, pale-faced, said to me;
"Well, you know..When I saw you walking as if you were trying to avoid bumping into people on an empty street, I thought I should help you...."

I think the taxi driver knew who they were dealing with?

Saturday, 6 June 2009

Miffy's Mouth

The Miffy Urban Legend

You know how Miffy's mouth is shaped "x". But do you know why it's shaped like that??

It's because Miffy once tried to eat her friend and so her father sewed her mouth up in the shape of x!

Saturday, 30 May 2009


WARNING - this story contains descriptions of sex and violence!

This happened last weekend.
I don't usually go out very much but that day I couldn't sleep and had to go to the emergency hospital so I could get some sedatives.

It was about two after midnight.
On my way home, rinding my bike past a park, I heard a scream come out of the public toilet.
I then saw a white car left idling nearby and I got scared and quickly rode away.

The next morning I went to the public toilet and found in there torn stockings and knickers, and somehow one high-heel shoe had been left on the floor.
I wondered what happened but found no story relating to it on the newspaper.
That night I couldn't sleep again and took the sedatives I got from the day before.
And as I just sat in my room doing nothing I started thinking about the last night's incident again.

Looking back that was really stupid of me.
For a reason I can't explain, I found myself in the empty park again.
I was scared to go near the toilet so I just watched it sitting on my bike.
Then it happened.

Suddenly a car stopped behind me and three men got out.
I tried to run away but they dragged me inside their car, and then took me to a place that looked like a warehouse.
It seemed there was some sort of gathering going on in there, and at the further end of the room a naked woman sat crying.
Soon they thrust a towel in my mouth and pushed me to the floor.
And then I was raped by one man after another.
The sedatives soon started taking effect and my memory is hazy about what happened towards the end; but I think it was quite a while before I was released and when I woke up in the morning in my room I felt blood and a huge amount of semen flooding out of my private part.
My stomach still hurts, even now.

I used to have a boyfriend.
But we kept our relationship a secret.
When my boyfriend died of AIDS in June this year all his friends became strangers.
I too stopped seeing him the moment he was admitted into the hospital.
But, probably, I have it too.
Recently I keep having a sympton similar to cold.
Just like my boyfriend when he was alive.
The men who raped me last week have all probably been infected.
They deserve it.
I am still 22.
I want to live more.

Sunday, 24 May 2009

My Master Series: Episode 5 "The Toyama Hotel"

There is an experience I still remember vividly.

For the simple reason that it was summer, me and other members of the club decided to visit a haunted place.

The place we chose to explore was the Toyama Hotel*1, which was an abandoned building located on Toyama Pass.

We had done some research on the internet and found a lot of reports of ghost sightings in the place:
"There is a fire-ravaged boiler chamber which is really dangerous."
"We heard voices on the third floor."
"Having found nothing we were about to leave when we saw a shadow hovering around a window on the third floor."
I noticed there were more reports about the third floor than anywhere else.

To set the mood for the event, we first played kokkuri-san*2 at my house and went to the hotel at midnight. As we were a large group - five boys and five girls - we were quite cheery at first but the atmosphere changed as soon as we saw the large ominous shadow of the Toyama Hotel looming ahead of us .

We'd heard we could sneak in the backdoor through the graveyard next to the hotel so we'd come fully prepared wearing easy-to-move clothes, but we found no graveyard.
There was a place next to the hotel which came closest to the description of the graveyard but it turned out to be just a large open space.

"I can't see any graveyards here."
A guy in the group said to me; but when we explored the place more with a flashilight we found a tiered platform, on top of which stood a monolith of strange shape.
"Look, there's some writing on it."
I lit up a section of the monolith and it said: "Memorial for Martyrs."
Oh my god.

The monolith had an endless list of names on it, such as "33rd Showa*3, Lieutenant__"
The eerie presence of the monolith plus the ruins next to it made the girls tearful and even the boys started saying straight-faced, "this place isn't good."
I was also scared but it wouldn't be fun if we just left after having come all this way, so I did my best to calm them down.
We then found a little stream at the further end of the field and by crossing over it we finally managed to get to the hotel's backdoor and enter inside.

Inside was full of rubbish; disused telephones, empty cans... The bathroom and toilets were dirty but seemed new. The wallpapers and carpets were decaying in such a way that was appropriate for ruins.

Because we only had two flashlights among us we tried to stay close together as we went around the building taking hundreds of photos.

The kitchen especially was in good condition with all the utensils and other things like account books remaining intact.
The rumour had it that the hotel went bankrupt after its owner went mad.

We were feeling slightly braver after we had completed the search on the first floor.
Soon we found and climbed the stairs leading to the second floor.

Having arrived on the second floor we were talking about going straight on to the third floor, which was where the most rumours about the hotel stemmed from, when suddenly a phone started ringing.

The shrill sound echoed in the silence.
It was coming from the third floor.
The girls started screaming their heads off.
A wave of terror began to spread among us and some of us started dashing downstairs.
"Hey, you guys, calm down! I said, calm down!"

This was my worst nightmare. Panic could lead to an accident.
I hesitated whether to go up or down but the ringing sound was grating my nerves.
"Don't run. Go down slowly."
I said, feeling like their parent, but the two who had flashlights had already gone downstairs.
Darkness suddenly decended on me and I started feeling chilly. I was soon dashing after them.

When I got to the first floor everyone was gathering in an open space that had once probably been a lobby. Just as I arrived the phone abruptly stopped ringing.

"I want to go home."
One girl said, crying. There was an awkward silence.
The boys too were looking pale.

It was then that the oldest guy in the group spoke up.
He was my Master in the Way of Occult.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm really sorry."
He said, casually taking a mobile out of his pocket.
"I never imagined it would scare you guys this much. I'm sorry."
He then started to explain that he wanted to make the whole exploring experience a little more exciting and had come up with an idea of hiding a mobile on the third floor during the day.
He waited until it was the right moment and made a call to the mobile on the third floor by another mobile in his pocket.
Idiot! Talk about going too far.
Everyone sobered up instantly and we decided to quit it there and then.

On the way home my master said to me,
"That place is crazy."
I nearly told him: no, it's you who are crazy. But he continued.

"When we were looking at the monolith, did you notice the people in the hotel window?"
I didn't. It never entered my mind to look in that direction at the time.
"I thought, being summer, they were just a gang of kids. But when I went inside it became obvious that I had been wrong. There were a lot more than ten of them there. I mean on the upper floor."
"Who do you mean by 'them'?"
"Did you think I had money to spend on an extra mobile just for a prank?"
Oh no.
"That was the hotel's phone. You heard it, right? Rriiiiing."
Of course.

After we sent everyone home my master said something unthinkable.
"OK, shall we go back to the hotel now?"
I begged him on my knees not to go and he let me go.

But apparently in the end he went back there on his own.
A few days later I asked him what happened.
With an inscrutable half-smile, he said:
"When I went back inside the phone started ringing again. I picked it up but all I could hear from it was riiiiiiiiing. I yelled, 'you cowards!' And every phone in the hotel started ringing, all at the same time. Then I knew I was in for trouble and I just ran away."

*1 Toyama Hotel - this used to really exist in Okayama Prefecture but was demolished and turned into a parking space.
*2 Kokkuri-san - the Japapanese version of the ouija board.
Showa Period - the period of Japanese history corresponding to the reign of Emperor Shōwa (Hirohito), from December 25, 1926 to January 7, 1989.

Saturday, 9 May 2009

The Sunflower Dance

Warning - this is a SCREAMER (although mild).

Despite the title it has no reference to sunflowers.


Monday, 4 May 2009

Many Thanks!

Everyone, thank you very much for your comments.

I haven't been able to reply promptly to your comments because I have been busy lately (not just because I'm lazy), but I read all your comments and appreciate them very much.

Thank you!


Sunday, 3 May 2009


NOTE: This is quite a long story so I divided it into THREE parts.


I was 14 at the time when this story took place.

During the winter holiday it was decided that I would go to a holiday cottage, owned by my uncle, in N_ prefecture (though my "uncle" was still in his thirties).
I heard that my uncle originally wanted to go there with his girlfriend, but because they had recently split up he invited me instead.

Me and my uncle had been buddies since I was small and I jumped at the opportunity. My uncle lived in the same town as me, and he came to pick me up at my home early in the morning, and we started for the journey straight away.

My uncle was quite a stylish guy, and he had always taught me things about music and outdoor activities etc etc that I really looked up to him.
The journey took us eight long hours but we enjoyed ourselves by talking and listening to music.

When we were near the destination we bought some food for supper at supermarket.
And after a long climb up a steep hill, we finally arrived at the cottage.

It was a wooden lodge, not large but looked neat and cosy. Below and not far from us we saw a few other holiday cottages like ours, but these seemed empty.

For supper we had barbecue in the garden. After we had eaten enough meat to last our lifetime we moved back inside and played video games in front of the fireplace.
Later in the night our talks turned to ghost stories. My uncle had a deep knowledge on the subject and he really got me scared. I would like to write about his other stories too, if I ever get a chance....

Then, as if he suddenly remembered it, he said, "don't go to the mountain behind the cottage." He said that no local people would ever go near the mountain if they could help it. Maybe it had nothing to do with it, but there was once a CEO who lived in one of the cottages below and he hanged himself in the mountain.

Well, how could I even imagine going there after listening to these stories?
After this we continued talking and playing, and it was nearly five in the morning when we finally went to bed.

I woke up in the bright daylight. It was just past noon. Feeling thirsty, I went downstairs to get some water. On the way I peeped into my uncle's room and he was still deep in the dream world. It was a cold but fresh morning. The air in the countryside was totally different from the one in the city.

I stepped out on the balcony and sat on a chair. The balcony faced the mountain my uncle had told me about on the previous night. The mountain looked just like any other mountains I had ever seen.
I remembered there was a telescope inside the cottage and brought it outside so I could enjoy the beauty of the nature to the full. It was a high-performance telescope and I could see clearly even things that were very far away. When I moved my focus to the mountain I was thrilled to see some birds resting on the branches that looked like they were right in front of me.

For about half an hour I was totally engrossed in looking into the telescope, until I noticed something was moving among the trees on the mountain side.

A man? That was what it looked like. I could see the man's back. His head was totally hairless. He kept swaying back and forth. A local man? A dance? In his hand was a large scythe. It was just unbelievable that someone could be naked outside in this cold weather. Was it a part of a festival? But he was alone.

I was confused and a lot of thoughts entered my mind. Because I was facing his back I couldn't see his face. His movement reminded me of Sankai Juku*1

I must not watch it any further.

I instinctively sensed danger. He was probably someone a bit funny in the head. It was freaky. But my curiosity took the better of me. I set the zoom level to max. The hairless head - it was pure white. It gave me a chill.

Just then the guy, still dancing, turned around slowly towards me. On the first look the guy's face gave an appearance of having an ordinary human face. It had a nose and a mouth; but it had no eyebrows and there was only one eye at the top of the nose - the eye which vertically opened. I trembled. One-eyed. Demented and deformed*2. Our eyes met through the lens. The guy twisted his lips. He was smiling.


The moment our eyes met I let out a scream. I couldn't stop crying. I just wanted to die. I was suddenly overcome by a strong feeling of depression. I wanna die I wanna die.... I was half crazed and kept running around the room when my uncle came rushing in.
"What's happened?"
"The telescope! The mountain!"
My uncle looked through the telescope.

He let out an indecipherable groan and put his head in his hands. He was crying.

By this time I had become a little calmer and asked,
"What's the hell was that!!"
"__koooh! ___kooooh!!*3," he kept shouting his ex-girlfriend's name, while crying uncontrollably. I've got to do something, I thought, and for the first time in my life I hit someone really hard in his face.
My uncle's body shook. Ten seconds...twenty seconds were gone before he finally looked at me.

"Listen. there are sunglasses in the desk in my room . Bring them over here. One for me and one for you as well"
"Just do it!!!"

I handed him the sunglasses as I was told. With shaking hands he put the sunglasses on and looked through the telescope. He moved the telescope around.

He said, and beckoned to me.
"Put on the sunglasses and look."
Fearfully I put the glasses on and looked through the telescope.
Although it was somewhat harder to see because of the sunglasses, I found the creature among the trees and our eyes met again. An unnameable fear gripped me but the feeling was not as strong as before. Still, my heart kept beating wildly.

But what caught my attention most was that the creature wasn't in the same place as I first saw him... The creature kept performing a weird jelly-fish like dance: despite the wild movement he kept a steady gaze towards our direction.
Was he moving down the mountain - to get here!?

"Do you want to pee?"
"What? Why now, of all the times!?"
"If you do, go and pee it into that empty bottle in the kitchen."
Saying thus, my uncle went downstairs. I couldn't possibly think of doing it at a time like this and I just stood there dumbfounded. Soon my uncle came back with a bottle into which he had poured his urine.
"When you feel like peeing use this," he said, and handed me an empty bottle.

"I mean, what on earth is that creature?"
"Yama-no-mono(a thing of mountain)... Yamako (mountain child).... I don't know. But when I was a kid I used to go camping in mountains with my father...oh, no, not that mountain! In mountains strange things can happen... We once heard people talking outside our tent at night even though there was nobody there. When things like that happened we would spray some urine around and the sounds would stop..."
He peered into the telescope once more.

"Damn it!"
Despite looking obviously distressed, he seemed he was trying his best to observe the creature.
"That thing... I don't know exactly at what speed but it's moving very slowly. Now I've lost him.. But there is no doubt he's moving towards this cottage."
"Well, we've got to get out of here and run away!"
"That wouldn't make any difference, probably... Unless we can divert his interest to something else he will follow us, to the world's end. This is a kind of curse. You write 'evil eye' and read it 'jashi'..."
"You said that word that before. How come you know so much about it?"

"Once I was travelling in Northern Europe -. Well, I'll talk about that later if we can come out of this alive."
"What do you mean by 'if we can come out of this alive'? Are we just gonna wait here like idiots until that creature comes for us?"
"No. We're going to counter-attack him."

My opinion was to stay put and hide in the cottage, but my uncle said that we had to do something before the creature reached us. I thought it would be far better to just run away than go and meet the ghastly thing, but I had always trusted my uncle. In the end, out of my respect for him, I decided to follow his decision.

Carrying the sunglasses, bottle, light snacks, binocular, wooden bat, and flashlight for each of us, we went to the mountain. My uncle said he wanted to finish it all before it got dark.

Could we really fight against its baleful eye? Was having sunglasses enough to endure eyeing the creature at close range? A lot of thoughts were running around in my head.

The mountain was a bigger place than I had expected. With binoculars in our hands, we searched around for the creature for a while, but my uncle said because the creature was moving towards us we would run into each other eventually.

It would be dangerous to go too far in the mountain as it was getting dark, so we decided to wait for the creature in an open area about 500 m from our cottage.

"As I said, all we've got to do is divert its interest from us...that's all we have to do.."
"We have to get close to him, that's for sure. But don't look straight into his eyes. You've got to see him sideways. You know what I'm talking about, don't you? Try to locate him without making an eye contact. And then splash urine over him. If that doesn't work - you listening? I'm serious - if that doesn't work, show your penis to him."
"Jashi hates things unclean, like feces and urine, and sex organs... It won't kill him but it could make him go away; it would mean we have some hope of saving ourselves."
"What if it doesn't work?"
"Then we would have to run away. By car."

Wrapped up in an undefinable terror we sat on the rocks and waited. We took turns looking into the binoculars. It was four in the evening.

Go to Jashi #2

*1 Sankai Juku - an avant-garde dance group specializing in a type of dance called "Ankoku Butoh" meaning "dance of darkness."

*2 Demented and deformed - I say this again to avoid misunderstandings: I have nothing against people with any form of disability. I am not the author of this story (I'm only translating it) and I am sorry if this story has offended someone with its use of certain discriminatory words.

*3 _kooh - indicating the uncle is shouting a girl's name ending with "ko," like Yoko Ono. From the end of WW2 until recently (as far as I know), using "ko(meaning "little,""child") to end a girl's name with was a popular practice. But the popularity has been waning somewhat in recent years and it is now rarer to find little girls with "ko" at the end of their names. The use of "ko" has connotations of being old fashioned and formal.

Wednesday, 22 April 2009

NOTICE from Saya

My holiday is over and I am getting busier.
So I don't think I will be able to update as often as I used to.

My plan at the moment is to try updating at least once a week, like one article every Sunday.
Anyway I will let you know what happens!

Tarako Kewpie - Health Warning

This is what happens to you if you've seen too much Tarako Kewpie videos, listened to too much Tarako Kewpie songs, played too much with Tarako Kewpie lego bricks, and slept too long on the Tarako Kewpie pillow...

Thursday, 16 April 2009

The Visually Impaired Person

Disclaimer - I, Saya, did NOT write this story and I have nothing against the physically disabled. And I think this story does not intend to hurt the disabled either. This story perhaps involves evil people who happen to be disabled, but not any people who are evil on account of their disability, if you get my meaning.

This happened when I had just moved to a city and started a life of my own.
One late night I was walking home after a staff welcome party at the office.

The apartment where I lived stood in the middle of a quiet residential area and at night it was even quieter with hardly any people on the streets. I was quite scared as I was walking alone.

When at last my apartment came into view, I saw a woman walking down the street towards me. The woman walked with a noticeable stagger.

I didn't pay too much attention to her as she was a woman and I thought I would be safe. I was about to get inside my apartment when the woman bumped into a van that was parked in front of the entrance and fell right down on her face. When I looked at her closely she was wearing sunglasses and in her hand was a white stick.

I hurriedly ran to her help and asked if she was alright. She muttered something to the effect of, 'I'm fine,' in a quiet and inarticulate voice.

She seemed to be still in her twenties and also seemed visually impaired. I felt sorry for her because she was walking on her own in the middle of the night in such a condition.
I asked her, 'where are you heading to?'
The woman again muttered something like, 'I'm visiting a friend who lives in an apartment around here, but I lost my way.' And then she said, 'I don't know where I am right now. If you know this area can you help me to find my friend's house?'

I thought it was just natural to help visually-impaired people and said, 'OK.'
'Then please lend me your arm and we can go together, ' the suddenly-perky woman said, and we started walking together.

We walked arm in arm. The woman often asked me questions such as, 'what do you see now?' and she led the way by giving me orders such as, 'then we turn left here,' or 'turn right at the next corner.'

It was very dark around us.
At one point a car drove past us and the light from it fell on her face; I got a glimpse of her eyes behind the sunglasses and she was clearly watching my expression.

That definitely made me suspicious and I began to feel scared about the situation in which I found myself in (the woman firmly had her both arms entwined with my right arm, and I was holding a bag in my left hand).

But I thought to myself, what if she was really handicapped? And I felt guilty about being suspicious and in the end we walked for a good fifteen minutes.

Also the subjects she chose to talk about while we walked were really bizarre and freaky:
"The person I'm about to see is also handicapped," she said.
"He is still at primary school, and he has lost both his arms."
"He has been depressed for a long time, so I decided to knit him a jumper but I wasn't certain what to do with the arm parts."

Listening to her was the freakiest thing that I had ever experienced in my life and I was near to tears as I tried my best to respond to her.

The more we walked the darker and quieter the streets became.
I had even began to think about getting into a fight with her, if necessary, in order to get away, when she said:
'I think we are nearly there. Could you please tell me the apartment's name?'
I told her the name and she said, 'OK. I'm fine now. Thank you.'
She released me without problems.
Oh no! I knew I was wrong! I thought, ashamed of myself.

But as soon as I began to calm down I became suspicious of her again (how, for example, did she know which ways were right or wrong? ) It bothered me so much that I decided to see what she was going to do next from the corner of the street.

And in less than a minute I saw the same woman coming down the stairs of the apartment, with steady, light steps. So I had been right about her all along; she had played a prank on me.
I was going to make a complaint to her, when I saw another person coming down the stairs. The person was a man, about in his late twenties, very fat, and what's more, without arms.

The pair kept looking around them restlessly as if they were expecting someone; and they kept whispering to each other although I couldn't hear what they were saying.
Then all of a sudden the woman began to violently pull at the man's sweatshirt, almost as if she was trying to tear it apart!
The man tried to resist but in the end he got stripped of the clothes and went naked above the waist.
The sight of his naked armless shoulders and a sudden violent outburst of the woman shocked me into crying. It was all I could do not to scream.
I wanted to run away but my legs had already turned to jelly and I was also scared that they might see me and start chasing after me.

The armless man was rolling on the ground and screaming some incoherent words.
The woman then took out something that looked like a vacuum bottle(?) from her bag and started pouring a large amount of some liquid over the half-naked man.
Steam was coming out of the liquid which indicated that it was very hot, and the man let out a hair-raising scream, but no one in the neighbourhood was coming out to see what was going on.
I couldn't stand the fear any longer and ran away.

Fortunately no one came after me. I ran back into my apartment and locked myself in. I was teary and shaky for the whole of the rest of the evening.

I still wonder what it was that I saw...
Has anyone had a similar experience before? This happened six years ago.
There is more to this story, by the way. Would you like to hear it?

After a comment:
This happened at a much later date. About two years had passed since then and I had almost forgotten about it all. One day I was in a department store.
I was passing through a floor to get to the escalator, when I noticed a familiar figure.
I gave the person a quick glance as I walked by and it was the woman.
She wore the same clothes and the same sunglasses. There was no mistake.
She was not holding the white stick but this time one of her arms was missing (or that was how it looked to me).

The woman didn't seem like she had noticed me and she was standing with downcast eyes.
In front of her was a pram and she was trying to do something to the baby with her one arm.
The mother of the baby was looking at shelves and was unaware of what was happening.

I took it all in in one second and in a flash I was running down the escalator.
I dashed back home and I was again in tears.
I don't want to get involved with the woman in any way, ever again.
I was worried about the baby but I had never told a soul about it until now.

I get depressed whenever I think I might see her again somewhere in the future.

Tuesday, 14 April 2009

Three Customers

A taxi driver was driving in __ (an area's name) when he saw three girls standing by the road with their hands raised.
Customers! The taxi driver thought, and stopped his car to pick them up.

'Where are you off to?' The taxi driver asked, and they answered that one of the girls had a stomach ache and wanted to be taken to the hospital.
The taxi driver glanced at the girl in question and noted that the girl certainly looked very pale and seemed to be in great pain.

It was an emergency for sure, and he decided to take them to the T__ hospital, the closest from where they were and also the most famous hospital in the area.

When they arrived at the hospital the girls told him, 'we would like to stay with her (i.e. the girl with stomach ache) so if you don't mind, could you please go inside and get someone?'

The taxi driver agreed to their request and went to the hospital's front desk. There he told the nurse what had happened and asked her if she could go have a look at the patient in the car.
The nurse said OK and went to the car park, leaving the taxi driver at the front desk.

.......... Some minutes later the nurse came back to the front desk, ashen-faced.
'What did you do that for?!' She asked.

The taxi driver had no idea what she meant.
'Why did you do it?!' said the nurse again.

'Why do you have dead bodies in your car?!!'

According to the nurse, a few days ago some college girls met an accident while driving in the area. They were brought to the hospital but in spite of all efforts to save them, they all passed away.
And their bodies had been placed in the mortuary.

But the bodies in the taxi and the bodies of the college girls were unmistakably one and the same.
'What were you trying to do by stealing the bodies from our hospital?'
The nurse pressed him for an answer; but when the taxi driver picked the girls up, they appeared to be nothing but alive.

Needless to say, the place where the taxi driver picked up the girls was the same place where the girls had the accident....

I wonder what these girls wanted to do?

Saturday, 11 April 2009

The Balcony

*reminder: "I" in this story is not me, Saya!

This is my friend's experience.

When he first entered university and started living on his own he began to experience sleep paralysis frequently. At the same time he began to get many wrong phone calls. For example he received a lot of messages from a strange old woman on his answering machine, and once he even got a message from one stranger saying, 'your father is dead,' and that nearly gave him a heart attack (his father of course was alive).

One day he was dozing on his bed when he saw someone running on his balcony. Without thinking he shouted, 'Hey!You!'
And it seemed this annoyed the person on the balcony and he came into my friend's bedroom.

At first my friend thought the man was alone and he thought he would just kick him out, but the man wasn't the only one on the balcony. There were other people and they kept coming in until there were around five or six people who stood surrounding his bed.

And my friend became paralysed, seemingly from fear. He couldn't do anything with his paralysed body and he just kept saying to them in his mind, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' over and over.
That seemed to have worked and the people left his room.

After they were gone my friend fearfully went out on the balcony to take a look around. His house is on the fifth floor and his balcony and his neighbours' balconies on both sides were separated by walls. The walls were special ones that were breakable in case of emergency, but they weren't broken and no one could possibly have passed through the balcony.
My friend thought it all had been a dream.

And then days had passed since he had that experience and he no longer remembered about the dream. One night he was drinking with his friend in his room and they were talking and enjoying themselves when his friend suddenly shouted, 'hey, you there!' and tried to go out on the balcony.
He asked the friend, 'what's wrong?' The friend told him that just now he saw some men running on the balcony.

It was then that my friend remembered that he had had exactly the same experience before and that he had never told anyone about it.

Thursday, 9 April 2009

Don't look behind you (updated 2014)

In the town where I lived there was an abandoned apartment with two-floors. It had broken windows and dirty, crumbling walls, so no locals would ever go near it.

One day me and my friend decided to explore the place. It was still early in the afternoon and there was a lot of light, so we ventured to the second floor.
And there on one of the doors we found some graffiti.
We went closer to have a look and found some words that said: I am in the room ahead.

We decided to go through the door.
We walked until we reached a fork and on the wall it said: I am on the left.

We were getting slightly scared but decided to turn left.
Then we came to the place where there were rooms on both sides of us.
And on the wall it said: My head is on the left and my body is on the right.

My friend, as soon as he saw it, lost nerve and ran away. But I decided to stay and, mustering all my courage, walked through the door on the right. I walked to the farthest wall in the room and on the wall it said: My body is underneath. I looked down and on the floor and it said, "My head is coming here from the room on the left. Don't look behind you."

Quickly I flung myself through the window and ran away.
Since then I have never been near the place.

In keeping with the current interpretation of the story, I made further alteration to the story.

Monday, 6 April 2009



Although this is a cheap animation and there is nothing too graphic in it, I found this video very disturbing perhaps due to the theme it deals with.

Definitely not for children though.

And of course don't watch it if you are feeling depressed or suicidal.

I could look at it positively and think it's trying to put people off suicide.

Sunday, 5 April 2009

Terror at Two

At two after midnight look into the mirror with a comb in your mouth:
If you can not see your reflection in it, then it means you will die the next day.

Saturday, 4 April 2009

Tarako Kewpie Goodies #2

7. The Tarako Kewpie Music Box
This could be a romantic present for a girl.

8. The Dancing Tarako Kewpie Doll
The toy has got a sensor inside and starts dancing when it's hit by sunlight.

The 4th-Dimension Wall

At 04:44:44am on the 4th of April if you lean against a pure white wall with your back, you will enter into the world of the 4th dimension and you will be trapped in there forever.

*I'm republishing this article because this is the day! :)

Friday, 3 April 2009

My Master Series: Episode 4 "Disappearance"

*reminder - "I" in this story is not me, Saya!

I'm thinking to write more stories about my master but I could get bored or depressed by your criticisms, so I'll write how it all ended first, that is about my master's disappearance.

During my third year at university my master was working as the university librarian. At the time he was often nervous, and would do things like pointing at an empty space and scream: "I see a woman over there!" I didn't feel or see anything but then I wasn't gifted like master, so I got freaked out too imagining what might have been there.

It was not until the autumn of the same year that I began to suspect there was something not quite right about him. We hardly ever saw each other then, but one day we met in the university canteen by chance and sat at the same table. My master then out of blue said, "the table behind us - how many people are there?"

It was nine in the evening and the canteen was almost empty. There was nobody at the table behind us.
"Do you see anything?"
When I asked he said, "you see them, don't you? How many?" and started trembling.
There was no ear ringing or chills that usually accompanied such experiences. A thought entered my head then that maybe he was imagining things...
"Don't worry. There is nobody."
I said, and he answered, "yes, yes. Of course," looking really relieved.
I was now convinced.
There was no ghost.
If there was a ghost, it lived in my master's mind only.
The word "madness" flashed in my head, and I was overwhlemed by a sudden urge to weep.

We had done the hundred-stories and went to countless number of haunted places together. We had committed some unholy acts and even tried calling up the dead. It would surprise no one if we were already possessed.
But the reason for my master's madness had nothing to do with these.

Three days after the encounter in the canteen my master disappeared. He left a letter saying no one should look for him, and I felt bound by his words.

It seemed my master came from a troubled family. The university made a contact with someone who claimed to be my master's aunt, and she came to clean up his apartment room. She was such a horrible bitch that she shoved me out of the room as soon as she saw me, even though it was after I told her I was her nephew's best friend. She could at least have asked how he was like before he disappeared.
That was the end of it all. But I have my opinions about the matter.

When I first entered the university I heard rumours going around about him. "He has killed before," was what some people whispered jokingly behind his back. But I think it was no joke.

There was something my master always said whenever he got drunk: "where you should bury the body - that is all that matters." We had an unspoken rule that when my master said this sort of joke we shouldn't go too deeply into the subject. But whenever he said these "jokes" his eyes would always shine darkly and it scared me to look at them.

And it makes me shudder to think of the times when I visited haunted places with my master in his car. Especially when we went to a particular hill ( the one with the famous "house of massacre") and while there he said the following words:

"A large number of unidentified people act in the middle of the night. And strange rumours. If the reason is not grudge, you can not identify one single person. "
When I heard these words I couldn't understand what the heck he was talking about but now I think he was looking for somewhere to bury it as we toured around haunted places.

What scares me most is imagining that he could have been hiding it in the car boot while I sat on the passenger seat next to him...

Lookin back, there are so many things about him that remain mysterious to me. All I know is even a person as gifted as he was couldn't overcome the darkness that eats us from within. I guess ever since that "noodle incident" he slowly succumbed to madness.

There are words by my master which are etched deeply in my memory. He said them when he took me to a more "serious" haunted place for the first time and I was shaking like a leaf from fear:

"What makes you afraid of this darkness? Close your eyes; there lies the deepest darkness that exists in the world."

Thursday, 2 April 2009

Wednesday, 1 April 2009

The Truth about My Family's Odd Behaviour

Please do NOT copy/distribute my works without permission. Thank you.

This is an unbelievable story that really happened to me.

It all happened when I was fifteen years old. I was living with my mum, dad and my little brother.

On the new year's eve after we finished watching TV I went to bed hoping to have a nice dream, but instead I had a nightmare (I can't remember the content of the dream) and woke up quite suddenly during the night.

I could hear my heart beating very fast and my whole body was drenched in cold sweat as if someone had poured water down my back. I sat bolt upright on my bed and stayed that way for a while.

"This is just great - a nightmare on the new year's day!" I thought with irritation, and as I didn't feel like going back to sleep straight away I went to the sitting room to get a drink (we had a refrigerator in there).

And when I entered the sitting room somehow all my family were there sitting on the sofa, huddled together in front of TV, even though it was well past midnight (I didn't check the clock but it was probably around 2 in the morning). Also there were usually no programs on TV around that time of the night but they were showing some news (this part is also vague) on it.

What's more, there was no sound coming from the TV...
And every single window was open wide leaving the room as freezing as the outside.
Obviously something strange was going on. I went cold all over.
"What the hell are you all doing?? What's got into your heads??" Trembling, I yelled at them.
Then my little brother replied:"But.....ah....(the voice was too quiet to make out)" and he started crying. When my parents saw that they shut all the windows and turned off the TV, all the while not speaking a single word and showing no emotion on their faces; and they gestured to my little brother, who was still crying, like they wanted him to go to bed, and they all went back to their bedrooms.
Witnessing such a creepy incident on the very first day of the new year disturbed me, and I no longer felt like sleeping. I stayed up until the morning reading a comic book in my room.

In the morning I asked my parents what they were doing in the middle of the night and they both looked at me like: "what the hell are you talking about??" There was a huge difference between the disbelieving faces I saw then and the emotionless faces I saw the night before that I became a bit panicky thinking: "was that ghost thing that I saw last night??"

Well I knew my friends wouldn't believe me if I told them and, as I had just been dumped by my girlfriend in the previous month, I concluded that I saw hallucinations due to stress.

Some days later I again woke up during the night because of a nightmare. This time I sort of remembered what had happened in the dream; it was about getting hit on the back of my head. Strangely even after I woke up my head still hurt. And somehow I was thinking nonsense like: "I will be safe in the convenience store..."
I also got obsessed with the thought "I've been attacked by a ghost," and in panic ran to the sitting room but no one was there. The room smelt like something had been burning in it, maybe because we'd had some meat for supper. And remembering the strange incident that happened in the room on the new year's day I ended up spending a sleepless night yet again.

And then around the beginning of February my body started to itch all over.
I thought at first I just had a dry skin condition, but I felt a strange burning sensation especially around my back and head, and I kept scratching at these places. It seemed to only get worse and I went to the dermatologist and got some ointment. I was going to rub it on after bath when my brother said, "can I do it for you?" I showed my back to him but suddenly he hit me with his palm really hard in the middle of my back. It hurt so much that I shouted angrily at him, saying, "bugger off!!"

My little brother always cried when I shouted at him, so very soon his eyes became watery. Just when I thought, "oh.. he's gonna cry, he's gonna cry," tears started streaming down his cheeks.

Then strangely his face sort of began to lose its colour and in the end he was crying but without any expression on his face...

It was so creepy and when I looked at my parents they too were crying without expression. Now I was totally lost... When I looked at them closely they seemed like they were trying to say something to me but I couldn't understand what. ',' was about all I could make out.

Just then everything around me turned red and gradually it faded into sepia colour, and I felt my consciousness leaving me. That was what I thought but the next moment I found myself transported to a completely different place. But the place, however, was familiar to me, and after some hard thinking I recognized it as my cousin's house.
My uncle was looking down at me with a worried face.

"Huh..? How did I get here??" I didn't know what was going on. Soon people started coming into the room.

I made a guess that up until then everything had been a dream but I didn't understand why I was in my uncle's house or why my grandparents were there, or why I was bandaged everywhere. I began to panic.

"Maybe we shouldn't tell him anything because he doesn't remember what happened," I heard my granddad say. But my uncle replied, ' But we must tell him. The offender hasn't been caught, and the police is going to come and ask questions.'

Then my uncle told me everything. Someone set fire on my house on the 1st January and the house got completely burnt down.

I survived by pure chance because I was in a convenience store at the time when the house was set on fire. But it seemed I encountered the arsonist after all and I was attacked with a kind of bat and got hit on the back of my head and my back, and on many other places on my body, which resulted in loss of memory. After the attack I was immediately admitted to hospital and for sometime my life hanged in balance. When I got better I was moved to my uncle's house.

And now it was already March. For the last two months I suffered amnesia and had been undergoing rehabilitation, and it seemed only now I had fully recovered my memories.

I cried and cried: because I lost all the important things in my life, and I had spent the whole two months not knowing it. My grandparents were looking at me with pained expression. My uncle just looked away, but my grandparents finally began to cry as well, and we just kept crying together.

My body was covered with bruises, I was bandaged like a mummy, and everytime I bent my limbs a stinging pain went through me.

The windows which were somehow wide open on a cold winter night; my family huddled together on the sofa with expressionless faces; the nightmare in which I was hit by a strange man; everything around me turning red - all things now fitted together like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle.

The arsonist hasn't been found. And when they took my bandage off, there was one place on my bruised back which was left unscarred, and it was in a shape of a small hand.
It has been five years since the incident occurred and as my bruises began to fade, so did the hand print.

I'm sorry this story was too long and badly written. The memories of the incident will stay with me forever. The story itself may not be scary but I think the fact that the arsonist is still at large is very scary, at least for me.
Thank you for reading my story.

Monday, 30 March 2009

Sunday, 29 March 2009

Miffy at Mealtime

I have always wondered how Miffy uses her "x" mouth when she eats.
Now I know.

1.Miffy's Mouth

[Sorry, but the youtube link is now dead]

2.Miffy eats her dinner

Saturday, 28 March 2009

Tarako Kewpie Goodies

1.Tarako Kewpie Doll
This easy-to-carry size Tarako Kewpie is perfect for people on the go. Take it out of your suitcase at break and give it a little cuddle to relieve work tress.

2. Tarako Kewpie Pillow
After a long day at work you just want to dive into your bed with a giant Tarako Kewpie.

3. Tarako Kewpie Curtain
A gorgeous curtain to hang in a doorway.

More goodies below...

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

A Hanged Body

While on a mountain rumoured to be haunted I caught a glimpse of something shaped like a human body floating in the bushes.

A ghost!? I thought, and fearfully went closer to it to make certain of what I was seeing; it turned out to be not a ghost but a body of a man who had hanged himself.
I felt sorry for the unfortunate man and thought I couldn't just leave him as he was and I could at least take his body off the rope.

It was then I heard something drop with a thud. I was startled but it seemed his shoe just fell off.
I thought anyway I had to do this and tried to reach the rope but it was difficult. I then went round to the front of his body to work at the knot. I tried to undo it again and again but without success.

A while later I heard something drop with a thud again. I thought that was strange and looked down but there was nothing on the ground and when I looked at the body it was still wearing shoes.

That creeped me out, and I decided to leave it and started walking away. But then I realized something; I got round to the front of the body so many times but I couldn't remember the man's face at all, and I always saw only his back.

Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Tarako Kewpie In Tokyo

I'm still in the process of translating new stories...
Meanwhile you can watch Tarako Kewpies and amuse yourselves!

1. Shibuya, 2006


Saturday, 21 March 2009

Tarako Kewpie Pasta Sauce

The (in)famous TV commercials for Tarako Kewpie Pasta Sauce!!

Before watching the videos you might like to read the Origin of Tarako Kewpie, an article I wrote to answer the question you are all dying to ask: "what in the name of god is Tarako Kewpie?"

After you have watched all these videos, I guarantee that you will be hooked on Tarako Kewpie, just like me!

Scene 1: Tarako Kewpies walking on streets

Scene 2: Tarako Kewpie invades a dining room

More vids below...

Friday, 20 March 2009

The Worrying Nurses

My friend had a motorbike accident and he was in a hospital until just recently.

The hospital is large, quite old but known for having cutting-edge equipment, and we have never heard any bad rumours about it. My friend could just be making the whole thing up lol.

My friend damaged his collarbone in the accident but it was only a light scar (though he needed an operation) and he was told he would be out and about within a week.
This happened apparently two days before he was discharged.

If you have ever stayed in hospital you know how early they turn the lights off at night. Each bed, however, is usually equipped with a lamp that gives off enough light for reading. My friend was reading a comic book under such a lamp when he felt the call of nature (not pee, but the other one). He got up from the bed, put his feet in slippers, and went out into the corridor.

A corridor at night in hospital sounds spooky, but in reality (he said) it was not that bad, because there was still some light, and also becuase he was a bit hyper thinking he would be out of this place in two days. It was very quiet, but that was all.

My friend reached the lavatory and went into one of the cubicles.
After he had finished his business, he kept on reading the comic book in the cubicle (without wiping down there lol) when he heard a patter of footsteps going down the corridor.

Just as he thought 'someone is coming here,' the footsteps stopped in front of the lavatory.
And then;
'Are you alriiight?'a nurse asked him.
So my friend replied, 'I'm alright, thank you.'
He heard the nurse leave, the patter of footsteps gradually fading into distance.

My friend went back to reading the comic book . About five minutes had passed when he again heard the same footsteps, which again stopped in front of the lavatory and a nurse's voice said,
'You are taking a long time. Are you reeeally alriiight?'
My friend replied, 'Oh, I'm really fine. I'm gonna finish soon.'
The nurse said, 'OKaaay.'
He was quite impressed about the nurse's caring attitude.

He again went back to reading. A while later, this time from inside the lavatory, he heard a voice saying,
'Uhhhm..Are you really alright?'
He got a fright because he didn't hear any footsteps this time and didn't expect her to come inside the lavatory.

And he was getting rather annoyed by the constant questioning so he said rather harshly, 'I'm REALLY fine! And if you didn't already know, this place is men's toilet!'

No reply came from the nurse and a dead silence followed.
He thought 'oops maybe that was too harsh,' and opened his mouth to apologize when the door went Baaang!!

My friend cried out and looked up.
And in the gap between the door and the ceiling there was a woman looking down at him who said,

'Arrre youuu reeaally alriiiighht?'

My friend, terrified and desperate to run away, banged the door open, but the nurse was not there anymore.

He ran back to his room but couldn't sleep the whole night.
But he was OK the next day and safely got out of the hospital.

He also told me that when he thought about it later, each voice seemed to be different from the last. And the final voice sounded the deepest of all.

Wednesday, 18 March 2009

Exploring Ruins

I so want to go exploring abandoned buildings. But I've got nobody to go with :(


Spoiler below...

Tuesday, 17 March 2009


From the creator of Bloody Date and Bloody Night comes CHAINSAW MAID!!
The caption by the creator runs:
THEY are coming for your FLESH and BLOOD! Now the last hope of the family rests on a sexy faithful MAID!
The most brutal claymation you've ever seen!

I watched this before lunch and it saved me from eating too much.
The creator's site TN Theatre (Japanese)

My Master Series: Episode 3 "Noodles"

Reminder:"I" in this story is not Saya!
For information about this series read episode 1

This is not a ghost story, but I must set it down.

My master in the Way of Occult had suddenly stopped coming to the club. Master's classmate told me that he hadn't been seen in the classes either.

That got me worried and I went to his apartment. As usual the front door had been left unlocked, so after a few knocks on the door I went in, and found inside the haggard master lying alone on the mattress.
I asked him what was the matter, and he said,
"No appetite. Had only noodles for the whole week."
So that explains it, I thought, looking at his pale face.
"Haven't you got anything else to eat? You could die, " I said and searched the room, but found nothing.

"Are you suffering from the summer heat?" I asked him, but there was no answer.
Well, I don't want to know anyway, I thought, and coldly left him.
I was in awe of my master, but he could sometimes be surprisingly childish, and for that reason there was a part of me that belittled him. At the time we were already speaking on equal terms.

When I paid a visit to him again two days later, he was still lying on the mattress in the exactly same manner as before.
It seemed he had never put one foot outside his room and stayed under the duvet all day.
"Noodles won't keep you alive for long," just as I said that to him, my master suddenly retched and, clutching at his chest, rushed to the toilet.
As I rubbed his back for him, he started to vomit. I watched him and thought something weird like, "you could eat noodles all day but your vomit still turns out brown."
Just then a sudden realization came over me.

Wait a minute...

I searched the room again but there was nothing there. Not even noodles.
"What on earth are you eating?" I asked him more urgently. But he said nothing.
He is possessed, a suspicion flashed across my mind. But I couldn't do anything for him then.
I later forced him to go the hospital with me where he was immediately admitted for malnutrition.

He was put on a drip and after four days he got well and was duly discharged. But he never told me what exactly he was eating during the time he shut himself away in his room.

Something, however, had changed in him. Whereas he was rather arrogant and laddish before, he had now become more meek and babyish in comparison. That same summer we would visit many haunted places, but the change had made him unreliable, and we would often face unnecessary dangers.

Monday, 16 March 2009

Sunday, 15 March 2009

The Hearse

There was a young woman called K who lived with her parents and grandmother. The grandmother used to be a kind lady, but ever since she became bedridden a few years back her personality had changed completely, and she began to make constant complaints and snide remarks to K's mother who looked after her. Her grandmother would often say, "I know you are all hoping I die soon." Her family got fed up listening to these words that finally they began to really hope that the grandmother would die soon.

Gradually the family began to take less and less care of the grandmother, and the quality of food got worse, and as a result she became rapidly weaker as days went by. Now she couldn't move at all but became only a thing that breathed in the bed. It was obvious to anyone that she didn't have long to live.

Now K's room was on the second floor and one night when she was sleeping in there she heard a car horn suddenly blast outside. K tried to ignore it but a moment later it blasted again. The horn kept sounding that she finally gave up trying to sleep and angrily drew the curtain back to take a look outside, wondering who could be doing something so antisocial at this time of night.

What she saw made her shudder. There was a hearse parked in front of her house. She couldn't be sure whether it had people in it or not, and the engine didn't seem to be running. It was very still.

K got scared, ran back to bed and pulled the duvet over her head. She kept trembling but nothing more happened afterwards and it was very quiet throughout the rest of the night.

When the morning came K asked her parents whether they heard the car horn last night. They said no. It was hard to believe that the sound as loud as it was could go unnoticed, but they didn't look like they were lying, nor was there any reason that they should lie. She wondered then if the hearse came for her grandmother, which was the only possible explanation left. Her grandmother was, however, still "fine."

That night there was another visit from the hearse, and the night after that as well. K tried to ignore it at first but for some strange reason the horn didn't stop blasting unless K looked at the hearse from her bedroom window. Night after night the same thing happened that K was becoming very nervous from fear and dread.

On the seventh night since all this started, K's parents had to go out for the day. K wanted to go with them but someone had to stay in for the grandmother. Also because they knew that K had been mentally unstable they half forced her to stay at home and went out by themselves.

In an attempt to force fear out of her mind, K did things like watching comedy programmes on TV as much as possible. She was afraid to go near her grandmother's room and didn't even take lunch to her although it was her task to do so.

Her parents had said they would be home in the late afternoon but the night came and there was still no sign of them coming back. Soon it was past midnight, and the time when the hearse usually appeared was drawing closer and closer. But nothing was to be heard from her parents, not even one quick phone call.

Then she heard the familiar sound of the horn outside. K was downstairs at the time but she didn't dare to see it up close and went upstairs to see it from her bedroom as usual.

But what she saw from the window wasn't the usual scene.
From inside the hearse, which had normally parked still, some men in black suits got out, and they were now passing through the gate. K was totally freaked out.
Soon she heard the doorbell ring downstairs.

The doorbell kept ringing for a while, until it was replaced by light knockings that soon became louder and more urgent.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!
K felt she was going to die from sheer terror. A thought came into her head that maybe she had forgotten to lock the front door. The more she thought the more she became sure that she had forgotten to lock it.
K jumped up and ran downstairs at full speed.
But seconds before she could reach the front door, the phone at the bottom of the stairs started ringing.

The banging at the door still continued. K couldn't move; all she wanted to do was press her hands to her ears and scream. But instead she managed to grab the handset.

"Hello. Is this Mr._'s number?"
It was a surprisingly soft voice of a man.

"This is the police. I want you to stay calm and listen. A while ago Mr and Mrs_ have met a tragic accident and passed away. I gather you are their daughter, aren't you? Hello? Hello....?"

K was too stunned to say or do anything. Strangely, the persistent banging had suddenly come to stop.
K started thinking; maybe the hearse had come to take her parents away? Not her grandmother?
Actually, was her grandmother OK?

It was then that K felt someone tap on her shoulder.
K turned around, and her grandmother, who was thought unable to move on her own, was standing right behind her.
And K's grandmother smiled to her and said,

"You are coming too."

Saturday, 14 March 2009

A Staring Contest With Ronald

Set it full screen (and turn off the light in your room if possible )before pressing the play button:D

Don't worry it's not a screamer!

Thursday, 12 March 2009

The Fortune-Teller

That day I had to work until late and ended up catching the last train home.
On arriving at my local station I immediately started walking home, when I saw a few people gathering in one corner of the square in front of the station. Curious, I took a closer look to see what was going on, and found there a desk with a paper hanging from it which said 'Fortune-Telling,' and a chair on which an old woman sat; both the desk and the chair looked like the type usually seen in school classrooms.

I had never expected to see a fortune-teller at such a lonely country station like this, and was still more surprised to see some customers there. I went closer.
Those standing around the desk included one businessman and two students. On the desk stood one candle.
The person who was being seen by the fortune-teller was an attractive woman in her forties.

I tried talking to the people standing about.
Me:"Is she a good fortune-teller? I use this station everyday but I've never seen her before."
Businessman: "........"
Students: "........"
None of them replied.
The students wore the uniform of S_ High, a local school which I was familiar with.
What's wrong with them? So mean! I got a bit cross, but decided to wait for a while.
I waited for about fifteen minutes but still the first woman hadn't finished her turn.
She sure is taking a long time. What are they doing? I wondered.

There was nothing there to prevent me from eavesdropping, and so I listened.
Woman: "Is that inevitable?"
Fortune-teller: "Yes. That is the fate."
Woman: "Is that inevitable?"
Fortune-teller: "Yes. That is the fate."
They kept repeating the same words in whispers.

Something was wrong with them, I thought. Creepy. I decided to go home and turned around; but the businessman and the students who had been standing around me only a second before had disappeared. Before I had time to be surprised, the lights from the station switched off and it got all dark around me.
I turned to the fortune-teller and the woman again, and was further confused when I found they too had disappeared, along with the chair and desk.
I ran back home, wanting to get as far away from the place as possible.

Some days had passed before I read an article on the local newspaper that a family with two children died in a car crush on a railroad crossing near the same station. It was a small article and there were only their names and hints about where they lived, but the children were students of S_ High school.

Wednesday, 11 March 2009


I updated two old posts, A Car Accident and A Face That Shouldn't be There, today. The links for these videos have been dead but I manage to find them again on youtube.
If you find any other dead links on this site please kindly let me know.

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

A Short Art Film "KILL ME PLEASE"

A short art film by Toshiyuki Kimura. Mr. Kimura is apparently an artist who has been involved in making some horror films like "The Ring(1998).' (You can learn more about him here and here but both sites are in Japanese, unfortunately)

Most words are unintelligible but from what I can pick up it is a quote from Japanese mythology. I can hear words Izanagi and Izanami, which are Japanese god and goddess, and the word "yomi,"which is an old word for underworld.
The story of Izanagi and Izanami are similar to the story of Orpheus and Eurydice in Greek mythology. Izanagi, when his beloved wife Izanami dies, follows her to the underworld. Izanagi persuades Izanami to return to the world of living, and she agrees, but "When Izanagi looks prematurely at his wife, he beholds her monstrous and hellish state and she is shamed and enraged. She pursues him in order to kill him. She fails to do so, but promises to kill a thousand of his people every day. Izanagi retorts that a thousand and five hundred will be born every day(wikipedia)."

The Beckoning Hand

One high school had an old gymnasium where sometimes past six in the evening a single, beckoning hand was seen to appear from its window. One student saw this hand and innocently walked in the gymnasium.

Form the next day the student went missing and there were two hands beckoning from the gymnasium's window.

Saturday, 7 March 2009

What Appears On The TV

*Disclaimer - "I" in this story doesn't equal me, Saya!

This is not so scary but it's happening for real and I want to post it here.

About a month ago when I turned on the TV, suddenly, in the middle of the screen and against a black background, a woman appeared, looking limp and wearing green clothes from top to bottom. I couldn't tell exactly but it was something like a green long-sleeved top and green trousers.
The woman appeared only for a second and then it turned back to the normal TV screen, but when I turned on the TV the woman would appear three out of ten times.

What is this...? I thought and called the electrician up to have it checked, but when he came somehow the woman wouldn't appear at all, no matter how many times we tried; and the electrician got annoyed and left. It seems she only appears when I am alone.

As you can expect I was scared so I tried things like keeping my eyes shut when turning on the TV and opening them after a few seconds, or going out of the room as soon as I turn on the TV, go to the toilet, and come back and then look at the screen, but somehow the woman would still be there. And about one second later, as if she had just made sure I saw her, she would disappear and it would return to the normal TV screen.

From one month ago until now the probability of the woman appearing has been getting higher and higher and now she appears nine out of ten times. Now I hardly watch TV at night. I would appreciate it if someone could suggest a scientific explanation for this.

Thursday, 5 March 2009

My Master Series: Episode 2 "Apprenticeship"

* Read episode 1 here

It all started when I moved from a little provincial village to a large city to enter university. For want of anything better to do I joined a certain club where I found someone extraordinary. At the time my interest in occult was at its height, due to having experienced sleep paralysis and other nasty things while studying for university entrance exam. I told him my stories, to which he commented, "you are good. Very good," showing obvious enthusiasm.

He was a postgraduate student majoring in Buddhist Arts. We hit it off immediately and on the very day I met him he took me for a drive at night. He said lets have some late-night snack and drove for a considerable distance, until finally we arrived at Gusto (a popular restaurant chain) on the outskirts of the city. He must have seen the letters "why here?" written all over my face; he said, "We've come for ghost-spotting. My favourite place."

He couldn't be serious, I thought to myself.
Coming to such a modern place as Gusto was unnerving enough to a country-bumpkin like me, but on top of that, ghost-spotting?
"Look down when I tell you. If you are lucky you'll be able to see the legs at least."
After hearing these words,it was impossible to taste anything in my mouth.
I was just munching on food mechanically when suddenly a sharp ringing started in my ear... And cold sweat broke out all over my body. I froze.
"Hey, look down. Now." He said.
Quickly I did as he said, and stayed still - actually the truth was, I couldn't move an inch even if I had wanted to (*).

Out of the right corner of my eye, just by the side of our table, I saw two white legs walk by, noiselessly and with such a smooth movement that they seemed to float.

A tapping on the shoulder brought me back to the reality.
"Did you see them?"
It was before the film "The Ring" was released, but looking back it strongly reminded me of the scene where Takayama sees a woman's legs in the park.

When I nodded, he continued;
"That was the source of the rumour that in Gusto there is sometimes an extra pair of legs among waiters. Well for me, I can see not only the legs but the whole thing. It's good for you that you can't see her face."
What sort of a man is he? I thought.
"Eat up quickly! She doesn't like me."
I myself wasn't totally foreign to paranormal experiences, but this guy - I realised for the first time - was different.
After leaving Gusto he took me on a tour to places such as a mountain path with strange fog and his favourite temples, and it was already morning when he finally released me.

Since then I had come to call him my master; and my apprenticeship would continue until his mysterious disappearance.


*a ringing in one's ear and a temporary paralysis are said to be common symptons which appear when ghosts are near.

Monday, 2 March 2009

Ooh, is it Y?

This is a story I heard from my friend Y. Y's grandad died about two years ago. Y loved his granddad almost too much, and at the funeral he cried like a baby, not caring that other people were watching.

It happened on the seventh day after his granddad's death. On that day there was a storm warning for the area where Y lived and in spite of the murderous wind Y didn't have enough money on him to take a bus and had to walk home from school. He struggled all the way to keep himself from getting blown away and it was already past seven in the evening when he finally arrived home. He took out the key from the bag and opened the front door.

As soon as he was inside, he saw the door to his own room, which was visible from the front door, open, as if to welcome him. He could see from the opening that the light and the TV had been switched on, as well as the halogen heater, which was the sole source of heat in his room.

It must be mum. She was considerate enough to have my room warmed up before I got home. Y thought happily, and he called out to her in a voice more cheerful than usual.

But strangely, no one answered Y. He looked around the front door and noticed there was only one pair of shoes that belonged to Y (note:Japanese people leave shoes at the front door before entering the house) and neither his mum's nor dad's shoes were there. Then Y remembered everyone in the family apart from Y was going to be home late, due to them attending a memorial service that was being held for his granddad. Who could be home then? Y was afraid that it might be a burglar.

Y tiptoed to his room, and fearfully peeked inside through the door. In the room there sat Y's dead granddad with his back to the door.
The moment Y realized that it was his granddad, his fear vanished into thin air. Y was the sort who could never watch horror movies without having someone beside him, but although he knew he was seeing a ghost it was different when the ghost was his granddad's.

Tears rushed to his eyes out of love and gratitude that his granddad cared enough about him to visit him even after death.
Granddad gave a few of his characteristic coughs and clumsily scratched at the back of his head.
"Granddad." When Y called, grandad slowly stood up and turned around.
And as he turned, as if by a trick, the outline of his body became slightly blurred.

Granddad's face looked as if covered in red ink.
"Oh...Oooh, Y. Is it Y?" Granddad called Y's name.
The voice was as he remembered it, but the intonation was somewhat strange. It was too monotonous. Granddad used to speak with a strong accent, but his voice sounded artificial as if it had been computer-generated.
Granddad took one feeble step towards Y.
"What happened to you, granddad?"
Y said, growing anxious because granddad was acting strange.
Granddad again coughed a few times and scratched his head.

"Granddad, did you try to come home?"
When Y asked, grandad looked up at the ceiling as if he was trying to think a little, and said;
"Oh...Oooh, Y. Is it Y?," uttering exactly the same phrase and in the same intonation as before. Y found that disturbing, and began to think maybe what he was seeing in front of him was not his granddad at all.
Granddad was still staring at the ceiling. From his fingers some purplish-red liquid trickled to the floor, making a small pool on the carpet. Moreover, when Y looked at him more closely, he noticed that granddad's arm was bent at an unnatural angle; and the length between the shoulder and the elbow was longer than a normal person's upper arm should be. Granddad wasn't like that at all when he was alive. Maybe this thing was something that was pretending to be his grandad.

Y slowly started to back away, being careful not to make any noises. But despite his effort the thing that was pretending to be his granddad seemed to have realized Y's intention and, stretching only its neck, it stared at Y.
Oh no, it's looking at me - the moment Y thought that, the thing's face appeared right in front of him.
Its body was still standing where it was; the only parts that moved were its head and neck. The neck was now like a over-stretched rubber band. Before his eyes, purplish-red bubbles formed around its mouth.
"Oh...Oooh, Y. Is it Y?"
Y screamed.

He ran for his life and took refuge in the nearest bookshop. He was scared to be alone in the house. He couldn't go back until the rest of the family was home, by which time it was past 9pm. He told them what happened to him but no one took him seriously.

That night he was forced to sleep in his own room where the red granddad had appeared. Y felt uneasy. Whenever he closed his eyes he feared that he would see that red face the moment he opened his eyes again. But in the end fatigue took the better of him and he fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning, his face somehow felt itchy. He went to the bathroom and looked himself in the mirror; his face was wet with purplish-red juice.

From then on he stopped sleeping in his room. Because he wasn't sure if he could manage to escape like the last time if the thing appeared to him again.

To this day Y still says, "that was definitely not my granddad."