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

Friday, 7 December 2018

Kurokami sama

What is Kurokami Sama?
It is the name of a ritual as well as of a god.*1
This ritual can be done when you have received unfair treatment, such as bullying and power harrassment*2, from others. 

How to do it
1. Pull out a strand of your hair.
2. Holding the strand of your hair in your hand, intone the name of the person you want to get revenge on and what deeds this person has done to you. And say, "May my wrongs be avenged."
3. Go up to a high place like the top of a building, and say "Kurokami sama, please avenge my wrongs," and let go of the strand of the hair.

Make sure you tell no one about the ritual 
There was once a girl called K who was being bullied at school. As soon as she performed the ritual, those who were bullying her met with misfortunes one by one; some had their families broken up, some fell victims to incurable disease, and others suffered severe mental breakdown. The bullying to her stopped, but one day K came across another bullying done to another girl, and she taught the girl about Kurokami sama ritual. Right after that, the fortunes of K's bullies gradually began to rise, and instead K's fortune quickly declined. K eventually disappeared. No one knows where she is now.

When is Kurokami sama active?
It is said that Kurokami sama begins to be active around two after midnight to fulfil the wish of those who seek the god's help. Kurokami sama appears in the form of "something that is covered competely by hair." If a "good person" happens to encounter Kurokami sama, it will bring luck to the person, but if a "bad person" encounters  Kurokami sama, it will bring misfortune to the person. There has been sporadic reports of sightings of Kurokami sama in Kanto region. *3

*1Kurokami sama - Kuro (黒) means black, kami (髪) means hair and sama is a horonific for someone of a higher rank than yourself or for deities (Wikipedia).
*2 5 facts about Power Harassment: Workplace Bullying in Japan 
*3 Kanto Region - an area encompasing Tokyo (Wikipedia)

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,

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

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


(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.
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 /

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.

Wednesday, 31 October 2018

How to Go to Another World: "Fed Up"

Happy Halloween Everyone ~ :D
Here is a little ritual for you to enjoy! 
I hope you all get loads of sweets to stuff yourselves with. XD 
Love and Peace!

(Translated by Saya)

1: Anonymous :2012/01/05(Thur) 02:06:27.80 ID:73sG3iym0

How to do it:

This ritual is recommended for people who are fed up with their lives or who want more excitement in their lives.

Write a hexagram as large as possible on a paper measuring 5 X 5 cm, and write "Fed Up" (Akita 飽きた in Japanese) inside the hexagram.
It will be more effective if you write it in red ink.

When you finish writing, you go to sleep holding the paper in your hand or with the paper under your pillow. 
Next day, if you wake up and the paper is gone and you feel a difference in the air, or something out of ordinary happens to you, then you know you have been successful. 

The reason the paper disappears is not because you have lost it, but you have changed places with yourself in another world. 

Can anoyone here try this?
I'm too scared to try it myself. 

6: Anonymous 2012/01/05 (Thur) 02:08:47.63 ID:pfZPlbxM0
I can try this, but I have a question.

How do you get back to the world from which you came originally?

8: Anonymous :2012/01/05(Thur) 02:09:54.90 ID:73sG3iym0

Probably you won't be able to come back.
But I heard the ritual often fails to work.

11:Anonymous:2012/01/05(Thur) 02:10:55.18 ID:nPeadacT0
Has anyone ever succeeded at it?

14: Anonymous :2012/01/05(木) 02:11:28.64 ID:73sG3iym0

I don't know but I heard about someone who tried it and failed, and in the process he went through a scary experience.

17:Anonymous:2012/01/05(Thur) 02:12:21.92 ID:pfZPlbxM0
Clarify, please.

20:Anonymous :2012/01/05(Thur) 02:16:10.06 ID:73sG3iym0

I only have a vague memory of it, but I read a story about a person who tried the ritual but failed at bringing it about.

1. He tried the above method, and went to sleep while holding the paper in his hand in a way it would be visible to anyone who might come in.

2. And he had a dream of some sort in which a man in black tried to snatch the paper away from him.

3. The man was hell-bent on snatching it away from him, and he got scared and clang to it with all his might.

4. When he came to, the man was gone and the paper had become all crinkled.

That was how it went.  

13:Anonymous:2012/01/05(Thur) 02:11:26.10 ID:uFtRRXrsO
If you succeed you will be in another world.
So the people in this world will have no way of knowing whether the person has succeeded or not.

18:Anonymous:2012/01/05(Thur) 02:13:56.23 ID:GmTTrbTs0
I have a feeling you have to have a high spiritual power to succeed at this ritual.

19: Anoymous :2012/01/05(木) 02:16:03.85 ID:SIkRAJrP0
This is dangerous.
My parent practices exorcism,
but since the month before last, people with dull eyes who keep talking gibberish started turning up at our house.

I was told not to get involved with it, but I heard those people had papers like the one shown by >>1.

21:Anonymous:2012/01/05(Thur) 02:16:33.97 ID:0EH9U1n30
Must it measure exactly 5 X 5 cm?

23:Anonymous :2012/01/05(Thur) 02:17:13.28 ID:73sG3iym0
The measurement is given only as a guidance,
but I guess more precise the measurement, the better chance you have of succeeding.

27:Anonymous:2012/01/05(Thur) 02:18:36.44 ID:Jm3k8jwS0
Is this real?
So scary...

28:Anonymous:2012/01/05(Thur) 02:19:01.72 ID:WA8B4fq30
Isn't it a Jewish symbol? The Star of David thingy? 

32: Anonymous :2012/01/05(木) 02:20:38.14 ID:73sG3iym0

Hexagram is supposed to symbolise safety. 

So to write "Fed Up" inside it might invite danger...

 33:Anonymous:2012/01/05(Thur) 02:20:58.13 ID:WA8B4fq30

Wednesday, 24 October 2018

The Cause of Her Death

(Translated by Saya)

When I was a second-year high school student, a classmate called Minako*1 passed away. The cause of her death, I heard, was leukemia.

Her house was located in Ichikawa, in Chiba prefecture *2, and it took me more than an hour to reach the place where her funeral service was held.
I wasn't particularly close to Minako, so I left as soon as I finished offering incense. *3

The whole class was sunk in grief for a long time after that, but gradually we regained normalcy and in time the memory of her death faded from our minds.
By the time I graduated from high school I had totally forgotten about the unfortunate girl who had died young.

After high school I went to college and then began working.
One day I bumped into an old female friend from high school by chance.
It was she who first approached me on the street. If she hadn't walked up to me and called my name I wouldn't have recognised who she was, because she had become much thinner in comparison to how she used to be in high school.
In fact, she was so frail that she looked ill.

"It has been a while."
We exchanged brief greetings, and as she said she wanted to talk to me more, we headed for a cafe nearby.

We first told each other what we had been doing lately and so on.
 And then my friend abruptly asked me,
"Do you remember about Minako?"
"Minako? Oh, you mean the girl who died of leukemia."
I recalled then that she and Minako were close friends.
"I felt sorry for her at the time."
"Yeah, about that..." She knitted her brows. "She didn't actually die of leukemia."
"Really? Then of what illness did she die?"
Frankly I had zero interest in the subject.
You sometimes hear people hiding true causes of their deaths, for one reason or another.
But, undeterred by my bored reaction, she pressed on with her story.

"I really want to tell you something. You need to hear this."
"What is it? OK, go ahead and tell me."
I had already finished my work for the day.
I saw that she had become uncommonly serious.

Sunday, 21 October 2018

Animals Donations

(Translated by Saya)

This is a cryptic story! :D

A long time ago, I came across a site called "Donations for Poor Wounded Animals"

The site was chock full of highly explicit images such as pictures of a legless dog and disemboweled cats.
But it also came with step-by-step pictures of how these animals recovered from their injuries after receiving treatments.

It appeared they were receiving quite a lot of donations and used the money to carry out proper operations on those poor creatures.
It made me feel really good to see them become healthy and happy again.

Friday, 19 October 2018

Police Officer

(Translated by Saya)

I was beat after a long day at work.
When I reached my apartment block and tried to get in the elevator, there was already a man inside it.
He stood there with a cap drawn deeply over his forehead as if he were trying to hide his face.
What a creepy guy - I thought. But I could do nothing but give him a brief greeting and get in with him.

He didn't respond to my greeting but just stood there keeping his head bowed.
The man got off the elevator before me, but just as he was getting out his shoulder bumped into me.
I apologised "Oh, sorry," just to be polite, but he ignored me and walked away, still keeping his head bowed.

When I returned to my room, I looked at the part of my body where he had bumped into, and found some blood on my clothes.
"What the hell? Disgusting!" I thought, but didn't think anything more of it.

A few days later, when my room's doorbell rang, I looked through the peephole and saw a police officer standing outside.

"Excuse me, Madam, but a few days ago we had a murder case in this building. Have you seen any supicious looking persons around here?" Asked the police officer.

The question brought to mind the creepy guy in the elevator.
But I was watching an interesting TV drama at the time, and if I told the police officer I saw someone I would probably have to spend a long time being questioned by him, and I was just too lazy for that.
So I answered, "I haven't seen anyone."
The police officer went away without further ado.

Next day, while I was watching TV, news coverage of a murder case appeared on it.
It said the murder took place in this apartment block. And it happened on the very day I saw that guy in the elevator.

"So it did really happen on that day."
The murderer had already been caught.
The news proceeded to show a picture of the murderer.

It was the face of the police officer who visited my room.

Wednesday, 17 October 2018

Saya's Experience with a Ghost!

I think I encountered a ghost recently. It's not very scary but I want to share my experience with you!:D

It was last Sunday. I woke up early in the morning.

The first thing I did when I awoke was check my phone to see if there were any comments to my posts (but I think there were none. It made me feel lonely. LOL).

As I felt quite awake and didn't feel like going back to sleep, I started browsing the internet to see if I could find some interesting horror stories that I could translate.

I started reading horror stories and after a while the air began to feel a little chilly.
And then I heard noises ---- at first I thought it had started raining and that what I was hearing were simply sounds of rain drops pattering on the roof and walls of my house.
But I soon realised they were sounds of footsteps.

The footsteps sounded sticky, like the sounds of bare feet walking on a wooden floor.

I then started feeling a presence. There was actually someone lurking at the door of my room.
My room had its lights on, but the door was wide open and it was pitch black outside the door.

At this point I knew for sure that something was amiss.
I went, "Uh-oh..."
I tried to believe it was my mother but clearly it wasn't.  And I'm the only one who is sleeping on the floor, although there are two other bedrooms on the same floor.

In a panic I searched for something that might help me in the situation.
Then I remembered about the mantra my mother ( who is a devout Buddhist) taught me.

The mantra goes: ”"Om mani padme hum." It is the famous, very poweful Sanskrit mantra as some of you may know (

So I started chanting the mantra, over and over again, in my heart.
As I chanted, I caught a glimpse of white feet and something that looked like white skirt at the door.
The thing was trying to get into my room, but couldn't.
The holy mantra was working!

After sometime, the presence was gone, and I was alone again (Thank God).
Then the sunlight started coming in through the curtains and I breathed out a huge sigh of relief.

That was all ~! :D

I've heard before that when you read ghost stories you tend to attract low-level spirits lurking around the area, so you'd better watch out too!

In the event you have attracted something unpleasant, you can try chanting the mantra I wrote down above to ward it off! (Good luck! LOL)

Tuesday, 16 October 2018

The Penpal

(Translated by Saya)

A country girl, a first year student in high school, was given a mobile phone for her birthday by her parents.
She was very happy about it, but at the time not many people had mobile phones, and as it was a countryside where she lived, she had no friends who had mobile phones like her.

However, one day, she received a text message on her phone.

The message said:
"I really wanted to have a penpal, and typed in some random numbers in the hope that someone may receive my message. To whomever is reading this, will you consider becoming my penpal?"

The girl was overjoyed at this offer of friendship, and accepted it without hesitation.
From that day onwards, the girl started texting the penpal everyday.
The penpal told her that he was a second year student in high school, and because they were close in age, she became increasingly attached to him.
But although he talked about TV and school life, he never told her where he lived.
The boy didn't seem like he wanted to talk about such things.

Saturday, 13 October 2018


(Translated by Saya)
This is a cryptic story! :D

Once upon a time, a girl found a mermaid on a rocky seashore.
The mermaid was gravely injured, and the girl did not know how to help her.
"You can help me return to the sea," said the mermaid in a feeble voice.
The girl did as she was bid, and helped the mermaid go into the sea.
The mermaid regained her health soon after, and gave the girl a large amount of pearls as a token of gratitude for the girl's kindness.

Now there was a man who was watching all this from a hidden place.
The man waited until the girl left, sneaked up on the mermaid and killed her.
He then hacked some meat off her body and took it home so that he can partake of it with his daughter.

The reason he did this was because he had heard the rumour that the mermaid's meat had the power to bestow immortality on those who consumed it.**
The man's daughter suffered from a serious illness and had been told she did not have much time left to live.

Seventy years later, the girl who rescued the mermaid was living a life of abundance, having capitalised on the pearls the mermaid gave her.
The man and his daughter, on the other hand, were fated to suffer for eternity.

** There is a legend in Japan about a nun, known as Yao-bikuni (八百比丘尼), who ate a mermaid's meat and lived to be eight hundred years old. See Wikipedia for more details

Thursday, 11 October 2018


Have you ever felt a presence behind you while washing your hair in the bathroom?
The thing is not actually behind you but above you.

Wednesday, 10 October 2018


(Translated by Saya)

Once when I was in the middle of sleep paralysis, a woman appeared beside my bed who said, "I will send you a doll and if you receive it I will kill you."

Some days later, I was getting out of an elevator when an unknown woman said to me, "Excuse me, you just dropped this," and tried to hand a doll over to me.

I ran away in a total panic.

Sunday, 7 October 2018

The Family I Saw at E Island

Shonan Beach and Enoshima Island
(Translated by Saya)

Every Summer, around the end of July, I take a holiday on a weekday to go swimming at Shonan Beach, alone. *1
There are too many visitors on weekends, and although it can be nice to go there with a girlfriend or friends, it's better to be on my own because I can just lay on the beach all day doing nothing but drink beer, and forget about all my troubles.
So that is why I visit the beach every year.

On that particular day too I intended to drink some beer so I travelled by train.
I got off the train and walked down the path leading to the sea, which was flanked by shops and restaurants.
I went into one of the restaurants to take late lunch.
Although it was a weekday, the restaurant was quite crowded, because schools were on holiday.

A mother and a daughter sat at the next table to mine.
The daughter must have been in her third or fourth year of her elementary school...
I wasn't trying to eavesdrop on them, but since I was eating all by myself I couldn't help but overhear their conversation.
"Mum, how long has it been since we got separated from Dad?"
"It has been four years."
There was a pain in the mother's voice as she answered her daughter's question.

Oh, so the father is living away from his family, perhaps for work. Or for some other unknown reasons.
I was making all sorts of wild conjectures in my mind, as I gulped down my Shirasu Don. *2

Wednesday, 3 October 2018

Bizarre Cult Game: Osamu Sato's Eastern Mind

Eastern Mind: The Lost Souls of Tong Nou (東脳) is a surrealistic point-and-click adventure game created by Japanese artist Osamu Sato. It was published by Sony Music Entertainment Japan for Classic Mac OS in Japan in 1994, and in North America the following year by Sony Imagesoft. The game is considered to be a cult classic, with critics praising its surrealism and general strangeness.

Plot and Gameplay:
Eastern Mind is a point-and-click adventure game in which the player is a man named Rin who has lost his soul. Borrowing his friend's soul for 49 days, he goes on a quest to an location known as Tong Nou to die and be reincarnated nine times in order to recover his soul. Transmigration is a core game mechanic, requiring the player to die and be reborn as part of the experience. (Wikipedia)

Eastern Mind Promotional Video:

Watch Eastern Mind Gameplay on Youtube:

Sunday, 30 September 2018

Can't Let Him Die

Newspaper of the time reporting the accident

(Translated and compiled by Saya)

24: Anonymous 2006/10/15(Sun) 02:09:41 ID:lLO+L+yO0

Tokaimura criticality accident, triggered by JCO
Tokaimura nuclear accident in 1999 
The worst civilian nuclear radiation accident in Japan prior to the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster of 2011.

969 :Anonymous:2006/10/15(日) 01:53:32 ID:yo9f4S3g0
From what I heard, the workers's bodies were severely damaged by neutron
and lost all regenerative ability

The report spoke of necrosis in some parts of the bodies and they died of heart attacks?

981 :Anonymous:2006/10/15(Sun) 01:55:08 ID:LRvDvToC0
I saw the pictures.

His body was a total wreck but he was still alive.
Really horrible...

A black-and-white photo of the faces of one of the victims in the course of his treatment:
*WARNING contains graphic image*

28: Anonymous: 2006/10/15(Sun) 12:54:51 ID:iyomPQM50
Everyone would agree that they would rather die than suffer this way.

Right after the exposure to radiation, he had some blisters, but otherwise he looked normal.
But being exposed to high radiation doses shatter your DNA and as a result your body stops generating new cells.
The brain and heart cells have slower metabolism, so they are the last ones to be affected by radiation damage.
So even though your body is ruined beyond repair, you are still fully conscious, and since your heart is still working you stay alive.

They injected a large dosage of morphine - beyond the limit of what a human body can normally endure - into his body, but it had no effect on him.
Everyday, he was given litres after litres of blood transfusion and had 2 to 3 kg of diarrhea (his internal organs were dissolving and coming out of his body as fluids).
His heart had been beating as fast as someone who is doing the 100 metre sprint, ever since the accident.

It meant the modern medical science had advanced to the point that it could keep someone in such a condition alive, but that wasn't the sole reason why his life was prolonged.
He was regarded as a "rare case" and became the object of study, falling prey to eager scientists and researchers, and because those people kept flocking in from all over the world to observe him, they couldn't let him die even if they wanted to.

When I think about how it was all caused by the sloppy supervision, I can't help but feel human beings are by far scarier than any paranormal beings.
Those who had been irradiated cannot even be allowed to be laid in rest in ordinary graves. I can only wish them R.I.P.

Friday, 28 September 2018

Big Tarako Kewpie is Watching You!

If by any chance you find yourself in a Japanese supermarket, you'd better watch what you do in there.

Because Big Brother.. uh, no, Big Tarako Kewpie might be watching you!!!

Monday, 24 September 2018


(Translated by Saya)

This is a cryptic story! :D

(from a 2chan thread)
24: Anonymous 2007/07/01(Sun) 06:22:10 ID:ogi0THNR0

This is a story I heard on a radio program a few years back:

"I was folding some clothes when I suddenly had this weird feeling and looked back behind me.
And there I saw the back view of myself reflected in the mirror."

80 :Anonymous:2007/07/03(Tues) 03:29:07 ID:1giKn+AfP

I have a fairly large mirror at one corner of my room.
When I read >>24 I too nervously looked into the mirror,
and got freaked out because there was a person standing behind me at the window, and our eyes met in the mirror.

But once I calmed down I realised it was just a reflection of myself in the window... I'm such a dope LOL.

Thursday, 20 September 2018

At Suma Beach

Suma Beach
(Translated by Saya)

From a 2 chan (Now 5 chan) thread.

797 : : 04/07/14 08:22 ID:Bbq5U+//
Three days ago, yes, it was on Sunday.
I went to Suma Beach*1 with Tokui and Yoshioka.*2

The place isn't too far from home, so we went there by bike, and as we rode past the bus stop by the beach, we saw a group of four punks*3 who had their motorcycles parked by the side of the road.

If you try to avoid such people you will only give them an excuse to pick a fight with you, so we pretended we had no interest in them and tried to walk past them while deliberately chatting to each other loudly about random things like "You know that game we played yesterday..."

798 :2 : 04/07/14 08:26 ID:Bbq5U+//
And then, as we tried to walk past them, the back of my bike accidentally rubbed against one of their custom motorcycles.
"Oops," I thought, but there was a chance that they hadn't noticed it, so I didn't stop and just walked on. But:
"Oi, you there! What do you think you're doing to my motorcycle! What's with you, walking away without saying sorry?" they said, and surrounded us.

"You have some guts, don't you? Not scared of us at all,right ?"
 One punk wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"Yes, I am scared, I mean you look so strong, I'm scared to death that I was afraid to talk," I said, trying to ingratiate myself with him.

Then suddenly, one of them climbed onto his motorcycle and grabbed Tokui's arm.
"Hey, I'll make your bike faster for you," he said, and kick-started the motorcycle, dragging along Tokui who still sat on his bike. 

Monday, 17 September 2018

Strange Ability

Tokyo Metro
(Translated by Saya)

This is a cryptic story! :D

I often use Tokyo Metro.
Every morning, I saw a homeless guy hanging around inside the metro station who kept mumbling something to himself.

I one day sidled up to the wall beside him, and listened in on his mumbling.
An old woman walked past in front of him, and the guy mumbled,
Was he just bad-mouthing people, comparing them to animals?
The next person who walked past was a businessman. The guy mumbled,
Ah, yes, he does seem to represent an ordinary man.
On another day, I sidled up to him and listened in on him again to while away the time.
A tired-looking scrawny man walked past before our eyes, and the guy mumbled,
Cow? He looks more like a skinny bird to me.
Next, a typical fat man walked past, and the guy mumbled,
Vegetable? He must be mistaking him for a pig.

I went back home and spend some time in contemplation.
Perhaps the homeless guy could tell what sort of things people would get reincarnated into in the next life?
Keeping the theory in mind, I observed the guy for a few more times. The more I observed him, the more I became convinced that my theory was correct.

One day I mustered the courage to ask him about his ability, and begged him to tell me how he came to possess the ability.
The homeless guy, after looking at me with dull, lifeless eyes,  held his hand over my head without words.
That was the last time I saw the homeless guy. When I went to the station the next day, he was gone.
Was he a wizard?** Or perhaps even a god?

Now I had the ability too.
But it was different from what I had expected.
It just revealed to me what the last things people had eaten before I saw them.
It was such a ludicrous ability that I burst out laughing.

**A wizard - Sennin in the original text. The word denotes a man who has become enlightened and immortal through special discipline (Wikipedia).

Friday, 14 September 2018

The Grass is Always Greener

(Translated by Saya)

(Saya's note: from what I understand, this is a plot summary of a short story or of a manga)

A woman marries a handsome novelist.
There is another man who loves her, but he is a dull and tedious man whose only redeeming feature is that he is kind-hearted.

The woman tries her best to be a model wife for her husband, but despite her
efforts his creative talent starts to wane. Before long he gives up working altogether and chooses to lead a life of drunken debauchery.
Naturally they soon become financially challenged, and the woman takes up odd jobs here and there to save themselves, but it does little to improve their miserable situation and succeeds only in turning her beautiful face into an old, careworn one.

Wednesday, 12 September 2018

Don't Sleep with Your Legs Uncovered

(Translated by Saya)


This is a story that really happened to my mother's friend.

"Finally, today is the last day! Why do I have to sleep all covered from head to toe in such a hot weather? "
A man grumbled to himself as he lay on the bed. I will call the man as Yoshioka (pseudonym) for convenience.
Why did he have to do such a thing?
He had a very good reason for doing so.

About a week ago, his friends called Kawahara (pseudonym) and Sasaki (pseudonym) came to visit him in his apartment.
They were having a random conversation about their school, when Kawahara suddenly said,
"Shall I tell you a creepy story?"
It was at the height of summer, so the other two agreed to it saying "I hope it will make us feel a little cooler." **

Then Kawahara started telling them the following story.
"Once upon a time, there lived an old couple.
The wife had bad legs and she was confined to bed most of the time.
The husband was the one who mostly looked after her.

Sunday, 9 September 2018


PSP (Playstation Portable)

This is a cryptic story! lol

I had never imagined that there would come a day when I would get to play the role of a hero like that.

It was late at night, in downtown, that I stumbled upon the incident.
"Stop it, please...." A girl whimpered.
"Hey, come on, don't be so cold, lady. Come with us and we'll get nice 'n warm together!" Three thugs stood surrounding the girl.

"Stop right there, you dirty thugs."
The words of provocation were out before I could stop them.
It was too late to take them back.

The thugs flew off the handle. One of them even held a knife in his hand.
Then....I will counter them with this! 
With my left hand, I brought my PSP out of my pocket.
"PSP Kick!" Without a moment's delay, I drove a powerful kick into the solar plexus of the thug in front of me who was holding a knife. The thug doubled over with agonizing pain.
"PSP Back Fist!" With a single blow to his face, the man with Mohican haircut was struck down. The move fractured his nose and he fell down unconscious.
"PSP Elbow!" I smashed the skull of another thug.
"PSP Chop!" I slashed the carotid artery of the last remaining person.
Those were what you would call One-Hit KO Moves.
In less than a second, I created four bloody lumps of meat lying and squirming all around me.
 "Next time you'd better look who you are dealing with before you pick a fight."
I wiped their splattered blood off the PSP and whispered to the precious console that had brought me victory:

"Thank God I have a PSP."

Thursday, 6 September 2018

Grandmother's Diary

(Translated by Saya)

Ever since I was a small child, I had been very attached to my grandmother.
I would visit my grandmother's home often, even after I became a middle school student.

My grandmother was my father's mother, but my father died of an accident when I was little.
My grandfather died early too, and so my grandmother said she was very fond of me, since I was the only blood relative that was left to her.
But my mother was somehow on bad terms with my grandmother, and so she never set a foot in the grandmother's house.

Every Sunday morning, I would pay a visit to a shrine with my grandmother.
She was a very pious person. She never missed a day without going to the shrine; come rain or shine, she would visit the shrine on every Sunday, ever since my father passed away.
I loved going to the shrine with her. I still remember vividly the warmth I felt when we joined our hands.

A Shrine

My grandmother would always press her palms together, make a deep bow, and then close her eyes for a long time to pray.
I would always do a very brief praying, and then for the rest of the time just watch my grandmother's serious face.
When she finished, I would always ask her, "what were you praying about?"
But she only smiled and never answered me.
I didn't feel too bothered by it, and would soon start thinking about the ice cream my grandmother would buy for me on the way back; and we then would go home together, happily chatting with each other all the way.

Tuesday, 4 September 2018


(Translated by Saya)

Three years ago, my ex-girlfriend, who was the same age as me, died in an accident.
For the next three years I didn't go out with anyone, but recently I met a girl whom I fell in love with. I told her all about my ex-girlfriend, and in time I came to love her nearly as much as I loved my ex-girlfriend. Finally, one day I confessed my feelings to her and we started going out.

And then my ex-girlfriend's death anniversary came around, and I decided to visit her grave with my "present" girlfriend this time.
In front of her grave, I said:
"I fell in love with someone again. I wonder if you will forgive me?"
My present girlfriend became tearful as I uttered these words.
Afterwards we had dinner together and I went back to my own house and she went back to hers (we lived on our own, separately).

When I arrived home, I found one lily lying on top of a table in the sitting room.
Lily was the flower which my ex-girlfriend loved the most when she was alive.
I had never given a spare key to anyone, and although I always buy a bunch of lilies to take to her grave, I buy them on the way to her grave and had never brought them home.

I thought it must be a sign from her that she had forgiven me. 

Sunday, 2 September 2018

Help Me!

(Translated by Saya)

A cryptic story for you! :D

When I was little, one of my friends went missing while we were playing the game of tag.
That day I went back home but I heard he never came back.

I suddenly remembered about the roof of a certain apartment building that was reachable by climbing some stairs.
Moreover, I recalled there being a narrow gap between those buildings.
What if he fell into the gap?
I felt compelled to go and examine the place, and went up to the roof of the apartment building straight away today.

And just as I suspected, he was there.
I looked down the gap, and he yelled "Heeeelp Meeee!"  as he frantically waved his hand.

Thursday, 30 August 2018


(Translated from Japanese by Saya)

My father committed suicide.

I didn't know how to tell my 5 year-old son about it, and in the end decided to simply tell him,
"Hey, son...Grandpa is dead."

My son replied,
"That's not true. He isn't dead."

I had heard children could sometimes see things that adults couldn't see, and wondered if my son could see my father's spirit or something.
So I asked,
"You say it's not true? Grandpa isn't dead?"

My son answered,
"No, Grandpa keeps dying."

I felt chills down my spine.
What exactly did my son see?

Tuesday, 28 August 2018

A Sudden Scream

(Translated from Japanese by Saya)
This is a cryptic story! ;)

While taking a shower, I heard a person's scream come from the sitting room.
In a flash I was out of the bathroom and racing to the sitting room, stark naked.

What I saw inside the sitting room were a masked man,
and the blood-drenched bodies of father, mother and sister lying on the floor.
The moment the man saw me, he jumped out the window and ran away.
All blood drained from my face as I slumped to the floor on the spot.

Saturday, 25 August 2018

The Windows

A Japanese classroom

(Translated from Japanese by Saya)
It happened last year -
After school, just before 7.00 in the evening.
We had just finished a meeting and I was just chilling out in the staff room.
I could have just gone straight back home, but instead decided to grade my students' tests. So I opened the drawer to get a red pen but there was none inside.

Oh, yes, I left it in the classroom.
The classroom was on the second floor, but to save electricity they only had the green light of the exit sign turned on.
It was getting dark, but the classroom was not far from the staff room, so I decided to go and fetch it.

Friday, 24 August 2018

Express Train

(Translated from Japanese by Saya)

This is a cryptic story! :)

It was going to be 12.00 o'clock midnight in 10 minutes. I was on an express train.
Soon the train stopped at a station, and a man got on the train.
When the doors closed, the man jerked his head up, and suddenly started looking around the passengers' faces.

"Excuse me, are you 28 years old?"
He asked me.
"Yes, but how did you know?"
I replied, but he ignored me and went on to question other passengers.

"Are you 45 years old?"
"Yes, but why?"

"And you are 62 years old?"
"How did you know that?"

He kept repeating the same question to everyone.
It appeared he had a special power to know a person's age just by looking at the person's face.

We still had more than 15 minutes before we arrived at the next stop.
All passengers' eyes were now on this strange man.

"You are 50 years old, aren't you?"
"Yes, but I will turn 51 in five minutes, when the date changes at midnight."
The last woman who was questioned replied with a smile.

The man who was asking the question visibly blanched at her answer.

Tuesday, 21 August 2018

The Day My Brother Became Different

(Translated from Japanese by Saya)

It happened just before I entered the primary school.

One morning, I woke up and sensed no presence inside the house apart from me and my brother who slept beside me.

I got up and walked around inside the house, but there was no one around.
I started feeling scared, and tried to wake my brother up by calling his name and shaking his shoulder, but he wouldn't wake up.
No matter how hard I shook him I didn't get any response from him and his body felt limp like a dead body.

I became even more scared and went outside.
It was rainy and gloomy.
I walked around the house, crying, but there was no one to be seen outside too.

I went back inside and was still crying when my parents suddenly showed up.
I asked, "Where have you been?" but they didn't answer me.
All they said was "Father is here," and "Mother is here."

I couldn't understand what was happening, but I was just glad they were back.
Then my brother came in. The moment I saw his face, I drew a sharp breath.

The brother was not the brother I had known. Their overall body shapes were similar, but his face was different from that of the brother of yesterday or of the brother who was sleeping beside me.

His eyes looked sharp. His nose was thin and prominent. His cheeks were hollow.
His hair looked greasy.

That was the first and last time such a bizarre occurrence happened in my life, but to this day my brother has never changed back to his old self and remains a stranger to me.

Sunday, 19 August 2018


(Translated from Japanese by Saya)

This is a cryptic story! 

I have received 4 emails today.

The first email was from my mother, telling me that sister gave birth to a baby.
"I will visit the hospital to see them tomorrow," I replied.

The second email was from the father and included an invitation to a family gathering this weekend.
"I'm too busy with work to go home," I replied.

The third mail was from a female (?) friend, saying that she was worried because she tried to call but no one would answer the phone.
"I have a flu and feel dizzy. I'm hungry but can't move at all...," I took a chance and replied.

Then the fourth mail arrived.
She says, as soon as she finishes work,  she will come visit, bringing with her some cakes.

So I have decided to clean it all up tomorrow. I bet I'll be so busy that I won't be able to go see the baby.

Friday, 17 August 2018

The Severed Head

 (Translated from Japanese by Saya) 

I wanted to drink some milk and opened the fridge; and found someone's severed head inside.
Startled, I instantly shut the fridge door in spite of myself.
I thought, surely what I saw was just a trick of the mind,
and opened the fridge again, but would you believe it, there was someone's severed head with its eyes rolled back.
I shut the door in spite of myself, but I thought I must have seen something that was not real due to fatigue,
and summoning up my courage, I opened the fridge once again.
Then I saw there some unknown person's severed head with its eyes rolled back, and it was smiling faintly.
Startled, I shut the door, but I thought I must have seen some hallucinations,
because I haven't been sleeping properly I saw something that was not real, and I
opened the door. Then I saw inside a severed head with its eyes rolled back.
That startled me and I shut the fridge door before I even knew it, but I thought I must have imagined it,
and opened the door again, but sure enough there was a severed head with its eyes rolled back, smiling faintly.
I shut the door in spite of myself, but I was sure it was just some hallucination. Because recently I haven't been sleeping well.
So I changed my mind and opened the fridge but sure enough there was someone's severed head inside.
Before I knew it I shut the door, but I thought it must have been my imagination.
Because I am tired I saw something that was not real, so I changed my mind and opened the fridge,
but would you believe it there was a severed head there with its eyes rolled back -- I went, what!? and shut the door,
but I told myself I was just seeing hallucinations due to fatigue,
and opened the fridge again, but would you believe it, there was someone's severed head inside, with its eyes rolled back, and it was laughing.
In spite of myself I shut the door, but it surely must have been my imagination,
I told myself I mistook it for something else, and opened the door once more,
but would you believe it, there was some person's severed head inside, with its eyes rolled back, and it was laughing hysterically.

Wednesday, 15 August 2018

The Boy Who Loved the Occult

(Translated from Japanese by Saya)

There was this high school boy who one day suddenly began seeing some weird shapes darting about out of the corner of his eye.
Since then, he would often see black shadows and lights of unknown origin.
He told his family about it, but no one would lend an ear to him.

Not only that, his mother chided him for talking nonsense.
The reason for this was that his mother was aware that the boy loved all sorts of things relating to the occult and would often watch occult TV shows and exhibit other weird behaviours.
So that was why his mother flew into a temper saying,
"You are watching those silly things all the time, and that's why you have started imagining things!"

Before long, the boy started having a strange headache and feeling weak in the whole body.
Seeing the state he was in, his mother became furious even more.
"You are just being lazy. Stop your silly talk and behave yourself!"
And then ignoring his protests, she threw away all his occult collectibles, and continued to force him to go to school everyday.

However, some days later, the boy collapsed at school and was taken to the hospital.
The doctor's diagnosis showed that the boy had brain tumors.
The doctor asked the mother, "Didn't your son tell you that he's been unwell? Why didn't you bring him to the hospital sooner?"
The mother apparently just broke down and cried.

I wonder who was to be blamed for this?
The boy who loved the occult too much and was acting weird all the time,
or the mother who never tried to listen to her son properly?

Sunday, 12 August 2018

The Order

(Translated from Japanese by Saya)

Another cryptic story! 

Three friends - A,B and C - were  kidnapped by a psychopath.

The psychopath said to them,
"Decide among yourselves who will give me a right arm and a left arm.
Otherwise I'll kill you all."

A "What!? There's no way I'll do such a thing. You guys do it."
B "OK....then I'll cut off the right arm."
C "Then I'll cut off the left arm."

The two of them were able to survive.

Friday, 10 August 2018

The Guide

(Translated from Japanese by Saya)

This is a cryptic story! :D

I live in a European-style house, due to my wife's taste for all things European.
So my room too is in European-style, which actually befits my beautiful cat, who is my best friend-cum-family member.
My cat has beautiful, shiny Russian-blue hair; his name is Noisuled.
My treasure is a certain box, made of paulownia wood and large enough to enclose a whole person.
Noisuled seems to have taken a liking to it too, and often sleeps on the top of its lid.

You may ask, why do I treasure such a box?
This may be hard to believe, but when one goes inside the box, one can go to the future.
Well, to be precise, only one's sight and hearing get transported to the future.
I can only see and eavesdrop on the future events, but cannot exercise influence over the future in any way. 
I call the box "The Eye of God," and the images of the future that are projected in the box  "The Guide."

I owe my life to The Guide.
Inside The Eye of God, I saw myself being murdered by someone. 
So I killed the person before that person could kill me in the "real" world. That was all.
No one has yet discovered that a murder has been committed.
The body is hidden away completely, so it is going to be safe for a while.

But recently, Noisuled appears to be often unwell.
He doesn't even go near the lid of The Eye of God anymore.
Should I find out what the future holds for Noisuled? I began to really worry about him.

I put my head inside The Eye of God and closed my eyes.
What I saw was a decomposing body of my beloved cat.
I left the pitiful image of my beloved friend and the stench behind, and came back to the "present."

I hugged my cat, who is the only family member left to me, and deeply regretted seeing the future.

Monday, 6 August 2018

Please Feel Free to Use It

(Translated from Japanese by Saya)

It all started on a whim at first.

What got me started was a TV show I used to regularly watch two years ago.  It was a rather obscure 30-minute mini TV show aired after midnight.
It's no longer on air, but it used to be aired throughout the country so some of you might have seen it.
The TV show had one fairly popular segment where they featured viewer participation.

The "participation" wasn't a big thing; it appeared only at the end of the show, and consisted mostly of funny and often surreal photos and videos taken around the local area by the viewers.
If those photos and videos were good enough, the contributor was awarded a small gift.

As I watched the show, I too started racking my brains to see if I could come up with a good idea like the other viewers.
It wasn't that I wanted to get the gift. I only wanted to try my hand at making an interesting image.

Eventually, a brilliant idea came to my mind.
It wasn't a most respectable kind of idea, but I fell in love with it in an instant, and started the preparation for it straightaway.

What I prepared for it were a wooden board, some wooden nails and a rope. That was all.

First, I hammered the nails into the board and created a signboard. Across the board, I scrawled, "Please Feel Free to Use It."
So far, there was nothing so peculiar about that. You would see this kind of sign everywhere in parks, public toilets and at drinking fountains.

Next, I moved onto the rope. This one was even easier than the board. I only tied the ends of the rope together to make a loop.

That was all for the preparation part. Now, all that was left to do was look for an appropriate place to leave these stuff and take a photo of them; then, my artwork would be complete.

Saturday, 4 August 2018

The Non-Existent Floor

(Translated from Japanese by Saya)

In Tokyo, a man who had been missing for five years was found, looking exactly the same as he looked on the day of his disappearance.

According to his story, he one day discovered that there was a button for a third floor to an elevator inside a two-storey building, and out of curiosity pressed that button; and before he knew, five years had passed.

It was during those five years that the said two-storey building built a third floor on top of itself.

Wednesday, 1 August 2018

How to Have a Nightmare at Will

(Translated from Japanese by Saya)

This article appeared 10 years ago on a magazine in the Readers' Letters section.
The title was what drew my eye to it: How to have a nightmare at will.

"The method is easy. All you need to do is wish that you want to have a nightmare and stomp on the pillow with your foot before you sleep. The dream's level of scariness depends on the number of times you have stomped on the pillow.

If it's only once or twice, the dream will only be as scary as a haunted house in an amusement park, but from seven times onwards, the level of scariness skyrockets. The scariest level is ten."

That was the content of the article. I was just about to go to bed and as it was a very easy thing to do, I thought I would give it a try. I thought it would be boring to have a dream at the scariest level straight away, so I quit when I got to nine times.

Monday, 30 July 2018


(Translated from Japanese by Saya)

"Daddy, what's a 'remainder' in a division?"

 "If you have 37 people in a class and they are asked to make groups of three, how many groups will there be?"

"Hmmm... 12."

"But there is someone who can't join any of the groups, right?"

"Yes, there is one person left over."

"That was me in high school."

"Aww, Daddy...!"

Sunday, 29 July 2018

Reverse Clapping

A person(?) caught on TV doing reverse clapping
(Translated from Japanese by Saya)
There was once a couple on a date who decided on a whim to visit a haunted place, just to have some fun.

But once they got there, they had a fall out, and the boyfriend angrily drove away, leaving the girlfriend behind in the haunted place.

A few minutes later, however, he calmed down and, realising it wasn't a good idea to have left her all alone in a haunted place in the middle of night, made a u-turn to go back to the haunted place.

She was still there, and they soon made up and decided to drove back home together.

On the way back, they saw a boy waving his hand at them. But instead of showing his palm, he was showing the back of his hand while he waved. 

"Poor boy, what is he doing at this time of night? We should give him a lift," the girlfriend said.
"No way. Don't you know that if someone is doing an action that is in reverse to how it is normally done, then that someone is not of this world?" replied the boyfriend.

"Wow, really? How come you know so much?" The girlfriend clapped her hands.
She was hitting the back of her hands together.

Friday, 27 July 2018


(Translated from Japanese by Saya)
I had a strange hobbie.
After midnight I would go up on the rooftop of my house and, using binoculars, observe the town where I lived.
I took joy in looking at the quiet town, so different from how it was in daylight.
Huge water tanks in the distance, a taxi going up the hill with a drunken customer, or a solitary vending machine glowing in the darkness - all such things somehow excited me.

To the west of my house there was a long, steep hill which went straight down to my house.
So when I looked to the west, the entire hill easily came into view.

I was looking at a vending machine placed on the hill with binoculars, thinking something like "oh, a huge moth is flying around it," when I noticed a guy rushing down the hill like there was no tomorrow.

"What was that?"
I refocused my binoculars, and it turned out that the person was a naked, skin-and-bones childish-looking guy, with a broad smile on his face, who was waving madly at me while he ran towards my house at breakneck speed. 
He clearly acknowledged my presence, and moreover he was looking at me straight in the eyes.

For a few seconds, I was too stunned to move, but I had a hunch that something really terrible was about to happen, and quickly ran down the stairs to go back inside the house.

"Oh shit! What was that? What was that? What am I gonna do?"
After I had closed and locked the door, I became totally panicky and terrified.

Then I heard the sound bam bam bam bam bam and realised that the guy had just ran up the stairs to the rooftop. He was clearly looking for me.
"This is really bad. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? Really, what the hell is it?" So on and on I kept thinking in my mind while I stood in the middle of the sitting room with a steam iron (weapon) in my hands and prepared myself for whatever was about to come.

Soon, I again heard him go bam bam bam bam bam bam  as he ran down the stairs.
I was shaking like a leaf and thought I would go mad from fear, when the door went Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!! and the doorbell rang Ding-dong ding-dong! Diiiing-dong! Ding-dong !!
Not only that, he was groaning like, "Argh! Hummmm! Argh! Hummmm!"

My heart skipped a beat and then began to race and pound like it was about to burst.
Even though my body shook violently, I tried to hold my breath as best I could.
Some ten seconds later, the knocking, doorbell and groaning all came to a halt, and it returned to the usual silence.

But I stood rigid and held on to the steam iron until the dawn broke.
What on earth was that guy?

Tuesday, 24 July 2018

Summer Job at Mountain Cabin

(Translated from Japanese by Saya)
This happened a few years ago. Together with my friend, I was searching for a summer job that paid well.

We found one job advertisement that stated, "Looking for someone to take care of a mountain cabin for one day." It paid 20,000 yens a day.
We phoned immediately but were told that "the job has been filled." We were disappointed, but the next week we again found the same advertisement in the magazine, so we called again.

This time we managed to secure a job interview at a family restaurant*1. The wage would be paid the morning after we had spent a night at the cabin.
We somehow decided to take on the job there and then, and were given a copy of a map to the mountain cabin.
And then the appointed day came.

Sunday, 22 July 2018


Hina dolls on a boat
(Translated from Japanese by Saya)
It was around the end of March that my friend Kume*1 and I went on a trip.
We wanted to go before the new semester started*2 so we squeezed some free time in our super busy schedule.
Since he kept going on that he doesn't want to go to touristy places and so forth, we decided to stay at a secluded inn among the mountains.
A river ran by the side of the inn, and if you followed the river to the bottom of the mountain, you arrived at the town.

But having said that, it wasn't as if the town offered anything of interest, so we killed our time during the day by doing various things such as exploring the surrounding area and searching for hot springs.

The sun seemed to sink much earlier than usual when you were on the mountain; already both the sky and roads were ablaze in brilliant red.
We walked along the riverbank, and then from a bridge looked down at the river, the colour of which had turned rusty-red.

An inn by a river

Friday, 20 July 2018

Time Travel

(Translated from Japanese by Saya)
This is a cryptic story!

I have obtained a time machine from a secret source.

That being said, you can travel only to the future using the machine, because if you could go back in time it would alter the course of history and that would be too dangerous.

I decided to travel to the time ten years from now.

 Me, ten years older than I am now -
I wonder what I will be like!

Tuesday, 17 July 2018

Adrift in the Sea

(Translated from Japanese by Saya)

Three men, A, B and C were adrift in the sea.
They had been shipwrecked and only three of them managed to survive on a life boat.
A and B were ordinary businessmen, married with kids.
C had no family and noone waited for his return at home.

One day, A caught a vial which had come floating up to their boat.
Inside the vial, they found a trapped fairy.
Upon being freed from the vial, the fairy said,
"Say one wish. To repay your kindness, I will make it come true."

A and B of course replied that they wanted to go home.
As soon as their words were out, they disappeared.

C at first was going to make the same wish, but remembered how he would be all alone by himself even if he went back home.
And he also recalled how the past days had been hard yet eventful.

He had mulled these things over in his mind before he said,
"Bring A and B back to the boat."

Saturday, 14 July 2018

The Prize in the Box

This story has been translated from Japanese by Saya.

This is a cryptic story!

The old man said to the young man,
"Shall we play a game?"

His explanation of the rules was as follows:
There is a prize amounting to a large sum of money inside a box, and if the young man manages to pry open the box the prize will be his.

The box is extremely stout and it is impossible to open it by bare hands, but surrounding the box are a variety of weapons such as an axe, which the young man is free to use.
There is no time limit whatsoever.

The young man replied that he would play it with much enthusiasm.
It appeared there was no risk at all involved.

The old man nodded and said,
"Actually, there are a few difficult challenges you have to go through before you are able to reach the box. If, however, you are willing to pay me 5o,ooo yens right now, I will let you start from a place closest to the prize."

The young man joyfully handed 50,000 yens over to the old man.

Then the game started.
From the very beginning, the prize was right in front of the young man.

Tuesday, 10 July 2018


*This is a cryptic story

The other day my ex-colleague dropped by my work place.
In the past, despite our busy married life, we would often find time to go drinking together.

As it was sometime since we'd seen each other, we went to a nearby cafe to catch up on each other's lives.

I asked, "how are things with you? Behaving badly as always?"
In reply, he grinned and started telling me a story:

Since a year ago, he started dating a girl 10 years younger than him.
Last year, around the Christmas period, he spent the 22nd, 23rd, 24th and 25th of December in her apartment.

As expected, his action had a huge negative impact on his family life.
He actually had enough conscience to feel a twinge of guilt about leaving his little daughter at home, so he decided to go home on the 25th, around 7.00 in the evening.

But his girlfriend would not allow it, of course, and tried to stop him from going by throwing a tantrum. They had a huge fight and after much struggle he was finally able to shake himself free of her grip and get in the elevator to leave.

He was laughing as he concluded the story with:
"And guess what? When I stepped out of the building's entrance, she was there."

This is a true story (to avoid being identified, I've faked the details)

Thursday, 5 July 2018


*This is a cryptic story!

My granny died and all our relatives got together at her country home.

There was a kid who was too little to understand about death. He kept running around the house, and one time I found him standing idly by the well in the garden and had to get him to come back inside.

The kid kept staring at the picture of the dead granny with a wondering face.
"Why have they put up such a big picture of granny?"
A typical childish question, but a very sad one.
"Granny has gone to heaven, dear," someone answered him.
Did he really understand what it meant?
"Is heaven inside the well?"
*sigh* ...You see, this is why I hate kids.They are all stupid.