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Friday, 25 October 2019


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An easy-peasy cryptic story! :)

Because my apartment faces the road that leads to a school, it sometimes becomes the target of pranks by kids.
When I returned home from work tonight, I saw the windows which faced the road had become foggy because of the cold air outside; and I was appalled to find lots of small handprints on the window.

Kids are a real nuisance.

Tuesday, 16 April 2019

Audio Recordings of the Translated Stroies

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(Translated by Saya) Hi everyone! How are you doing? :D

 My friend and follower, and also a very talented voice actor Mr. Nicholas Petcosky ( kindly did some recordings of my translated stories for me!
And for FREE too!! What an amazingly generous person! If only everyone in the world were nice like him. LOL.

Please follow the links below:

1) Reverse Clapping
The Story:
Nick's Recording :

2) My Master Series: Episode One "The Lock"
The Story:
Nick's Recording:


My translated stories sound even more cool and professional because of the way he read them LOL.
You can now enjoy listening to those stories while commuting to your school or work or even while at school or work!
I'm sorry you are so addicted to my blog! XD

Thank you so much, dear Nick!
Much love and gratitude.

The Chest of Drawers

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(Translated by Saya)

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This story creeped me out quite a bit.
I heard it from an English teacher while at high school.

The teacher was a quiet, but fairly popular person among the students, because of his dry sense of humour, and clear and concise way of teaching.

He started off his story by saying that when his wife died (we didn't even know he had a wife and that she was already dead, so it freaked us out quite a lot), he often had strange hallucinations. 

Those hallucinations involved an old chest of drawers which belonged to his late wife.
One of the drawers would open by itself at night, and the upper half of his wife's head would appear out of the drawer, and she would watch him sleeping on the bed. 

I must be mentally unstable because of her death, he thought to himself, and went to see a psychiatrist and got prescribed some medication. He also tried to take good care of himself so that he wouldn't feel tired and stressed out, but despite all his efforts, his wife continued to appear in the drawer at night, and watched him while making various peculiar poses.

If my mental state isn't causing this, what is happening must be real - he thought.
One day, he decided to get into one of the drawers himself.
He laid his whole body inside the drawer, and with some effort, shook the drawer to close it.

He had been waiting for a long time inside the drawer, when he suddenly heard his wife's exclamation:
He hadn't really prepared himself for this turn of events. 
(He told us something like: "I thought I was calm, but now I realise I wasn't, because I felt too agitated to respond.")
He kept quiet, not knowing what to say.
Then he heard his wife say, "you are too fat and can't stay in here."
He thought she was quite right, and shook the drawer again to get out. 

He told us that the chest of drawers in question was still in his house, 
and sometimes when he was tired he would see his wife appear before falling asleep.

This story would have ended as just a heart-warming story, had the teacher not concluded the story with these words:
"Nothing bad happened to me in the end, but had it happened to someone else who was less mentally strong, I suspect the person would have stayed inside the drawer forever. Because it felt so good and so comfortable being inside it."
He said these words so matter-of-factly....

And it is so creepy too to imagine that he still keeps the chest of drawers in his bedroom.

Wednesday, 27 February 2019

Dumbfounding Question

(Translated by Saya)

*The following interaction once appeared on a Japanese Question and Answer platform (Now deleted).  

Name: Anxious Mother
I want to cut off my three-year old son's willy to turn him into a girl.
Please tell me the best way to do it. 
(2000/12/27 05:59:32)

Name: Kyoko
In such times as we are living now, it does not surprise me at all to encounter such a question.
What is driving you to want him to turn him into a girl?
Tell me your reasons first, and I will tell you the safest and easiest way of accomplishing exactly what you wish.

Name: Anxious Mother
Dear Kyoko,
I have already been bringing up my son as a girl. I divorced my husband on the grounds of adultery.
I cannot and will not allow my son to become such a man.
Fortunately, his name sounds like a girl's name,
so ever since I divorced and started living alone with my son, I have been making him wear girl's clothes and bringing him up as a girl.
The sooner I cut his willy off the better.
Please tell me the safest and surest way of getting the job done. I will set about doing the task straight away.

Name: Kyoko
Dear Anxious Mother,
I understand the situation you are in and feel for you.
I will tell you the safest and easiest way to turn a boy into a girl.
You do not cut off his willy.
You need to squash his balls.
Let the doctor cut off his willy later.
Do you think you will manage to squash them by yourself?
If you think you can, I will tell you how to do it and how to set up a situation.

Name: Anxious Mother
Kyoko, I have been waiting for your message.
You tell me to squash my son's balls? Of course I can.
It's simple. I have had enough practice with boiled quail's eggs so many times before.
Please tell me how to set up a situation and also how to do it.

(Immediately after this message, a woman named "Aki" appears, who also says she wishes to turn her own son into a girl. On the other hand, she laments about a case of kidnapping of a newborn baby that occurred recently.)

Monday, 11 February 2019

Long Sleeves

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384 :Anonymous:03/10/23 22:49
When I was an elementary school kid, a weird boy transferred to my school.
He looked rather poor, and didn't appear to have a father.

His mother, whom I met a few times, seemed like an ordinary, kind and cheerful lady, and didn't look particularly unhappy.

What was so weird about the boy was that he kept wearing long-sleeved clothes even at the height of summer.
It wasn't because he was sensitive to the cold. I mean, he would come to school wearing a long-sleeved top and knee-length shorts during summer.
He also never took part in swimming lessons.

Just as everyone started wondering if the boy was hiding some body defects, a group of bad boys in my class began teasing him.
They would often threaten to take his long-sleeved shirt off him.

One day, the boy suddenly went berserk, and accidentally jabbed me in the eye with his finger.
Tears after tears started rolling down my face, and the sight enraged the other boys so much that this time they stripped him off his shirt for real.

Then we saw something bizarre on his right arm...