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Thursday, 24 December 2020


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Since it's a happy occasion, I wanted to post something a little more cheerful than usual! LOL ✨
I wish you are happy and surrounded by loved ones๐ŸŒˆ⭐✨ I am sending my love to you all✨✨✨๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’—

(Translated and arranged by Saya)

This is a story from my own childhood. 

One day when I was in a nursery school, I tripped and fell in the playground. 
I hurt myself and burst into tears. A girl in the same class as me saw it and came running over to me. 
She had in her hand a set of about five plasters in a box. The box was made of tin. 
"Here, take all of them. But be careful how you use them!" 
Hello Kitty plasters in a tin LOL ✨

When I went back home, my mother saw the plaster on me and asked: 
"What happened? Did you hurt yourself?" 
I peeled the plaster off to show the scar to her, but there was no trace of it anymore. 
I believed at the time that plasters were endowed with such power.

A few days later, I noticed that my favourite teacup had a crack in it. 
Being a mere child, I put one of the plasters from the tin on the crack without thinking much about it. 
At dinner time, I took it off the teacup; the crack was gone. 

I also had this push car with a duck on it, and the duck's head came off. 
I put a plaster on it too and it was fixed in no time.

I must use them with care!
Just as I began to understand the importance of those plasters, my cat Yaya got run over by a car. 
I skipped the nursery school to take care of Yaya. I used all the remaining plasters on the cat and covered her with a blanket. 
I then curled up next to her, and cried myself to sleep.

Some hours later, I woke up suddenly to the feeling of something wet on my cheek. 
It was Yaya licking my face. She was fine again! Not even a scratch marred her beautiful little body. 
I thought to myself that tomorrow when I went to the nursery school, I would have to thank Miya-chan for giving me the plasters.

It wasn't until I got to the nursery school the next day that I realised that we had no girl called Miya-chan there. 
I had never seen her except when she gave me the plasters. 
But somehow, the moment I saw her, I knew she was Miya-chan. 

Incidentally, the mother cat of Yaya, who died soon after giving birth to her, was also called Miya. 

⭐๐ŸŽ„Maneki Neko๐ŸŽ„⭐

The picture above shows you "Maneki Neko" (ๆ‹›ใ็Œซ beckoning cat), Japanese figurines that are thought to bring you good luck, fortune, and happiness! I hope they will bring you these things as well!๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•

๐Ÿ’šFind out more about Maneki Neko by following the links below:

➡(Manekineko: Wikipedia)
➡(Maneki Neko: The Lucky Cats of Japan)
➡(Top places to see and buy maneki-neko in Tokyo)
➡(Maneki Neko: Pinterest)
➡(The Origin of the Maneki Neko)

๐Ÿ’˜I happened to find these Maneki Neko sweets in a supermarket yesterday ๐Ÿ˜†⭐


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Saturday, 19 December 2020

What it means to be loved by a god

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I was told by a soothsayer that I didn't have many years left to live. 
I asked her why. 

"You have been to the Continent, haven't you? That's where you got it from. It's much more than an ordinary evil spirit. Its nature is closer to a god and you would have hard time finding someone who would be willing to exorcise it."

It's true that I lived and worked in C__ for a few years in the past. 
"Well, don't worry for now, because you will stay alive at least until your son reaches adulthood.*1 I can see a white fox *2 behind you. That's a strong spirit and also there are people in your family who worship Masakado. *3 You have to be grateful for your grandparents. It seems you have one ancestor who went to a nunnery too... But still, you have only a number of years left." 

My son is already 15 years old. 
Five more years, and I would be saying goodbye to this world? How could she be so sure? 

The soothsayer saw the look of disbelief on my face, and continued. 
"Didn't you injure your hand in the past which forced you to quit something?" 

I did. I was once a jazz pianist with many performance opportunities, but my left hand was injured in a car accident, and it was now all but impossible for me to play the piano.

"It was taken away from you. But your guardian spirits managed to save your life, although just barely. But it is saying that it will definitely take your whole life away too the next time...I am so sorry I have to tell you all these things."
Said the soothsayer, and she didn't charge me for her service. 

I would be dead, five years from now? 
I couldn't believe it then, and I don't quite believe it now. 
But the soothsayer was famous for being accurate with her predictions. She normally charged costly fees, and I talked to her for a long time, but she didn't accept my payment, saying "you should spend that for yourself because your time in this world is short."

After I returned home, I told my husband and son about it. 
I said, "I don't really believe it myself, but still I worry what may happen to you if I die..."
They said, "that is for us to worry about. Don't think about it and spend the rest of your life in any way you like."

As of today, I don't have any serious illnesses; but as we all know, each day we live could be our last.  
A Kannushi at a shrine
I did pay a visit to a famous shrine sometime after I saw the soothsayer, to request a purification ritual; but it all turned out to be just as the soothsayer had foreseen. 

"We want to avoid disturbing a god as much as possible. We would risk our own lives too." 

"Pardon me, but what sort of god is possessing me?" 

"....It is a god of netherworld. It has taken hold of your left hand....It is not a god of Japan." 

So there was no way to escape my fate. Still, I said to the Kannushi,*4
"To tell you the truth, deep down, I'm still skeptical. Because it's something I can't see." 

"Having such an attitude actually helps," replied the Kannushi. 

"But why me?" 

"It is the same as humans. They have preferences. You may have heard of the old wisdom which says that when you are favoured by a god, you have not long to live; that essentially expresses it." 

"But I am not a young woman." 

"You are more than young enough, in comparison to your true lifespan."

I went to pray at an Inari shrine*5 in my hometown, and I also go to a Masakado shrine near my house daily. 

In spite of all that, I have been noticing a strange heaviness on my right shoulder lately. 
Moreover, I started dreaming often, although I had seldom dreamed before. 

In the dream, I am always in an unknown mansion, perpetually playing the piano. 
I feel so happy that my left hand is moving, and I think I want to stay here forever. 

"You can stay here forever, if you so wish." 
Someone replies to my thought, and lies a hand on my right shoulder from behind. That is the moment when I wake up. 

I wonder if a day will come when I fail to wake up from the dream. 

*1 Adulthood --- People in Japan attend the Coming of Age ceremony in Japan when they reach the age of 20 (See Wikipedia). But they are allowed to vote from the age of 18 due to the recent legal change (See Japan Times)
*3 Masakado --- a samurai in the Heian Period, deified after his death. There are many shrines and monuments built in dedication to him, mainly to pacify his spirit and seal off his curse (See Wikipedia).Read this interesting article about Masakado's monuments in Tokyo! ➡(Japan is full of ghosts: Visiting the grave of Taira no Masakado’s head)
*4 Kannushi --- A kannushi (็ฅžไธป, "god master"), is a person responsible for the maintenance of a Shinto shrine (็ฅž็คพ, jinja) as well as for leading worship of a given kami (็ฅž god) (See Wikipedia).
*5 Innari Shrine --- An Inari shrine (็จฒ่ท็ฅž็คพ, Inari Jinja) is a type of Japanese shrine used to worship the deity Inari. Inari is a popular deity associated with foxes, rice, household wellbeing, business prosperity, and general prosperity. Inari shrines are typically constructed of white stucco walls with red-lacquered woodwork, and their entrances are marked by vermilion torii. Shinto Inari shrines are located throughout Japan.(See Wikipedia. Also see articles at *3 Fox)

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Tuesday, 15 December 2020

Do Not Lose Hope

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4th December
24 hours have passed since I have been stranded in this mountain. 
It is impossible to warm myself up in such an old cabin. I feel a little cold but it is still much better than being outside. 
I know that the rescue is on its way. 

6th December 
No sign of rescue yet. 
This snowstorm is probably causing the delay.
I will continue to wait patiently. 

My watch is broken and I cannot tell the date anymore.  
I am running short of food. 
Water can be obtained from snow but hunger will be hard to bear. 
Snowstorm     not stopping 

A cold draught is coming from the door. I am glad I brought extra warm clothes with me. 
My hand shakes because of the cold and I cannot write so well, but I will not give up. 
If I give up it will mean the end of me.

It is truly unbelievable!
The vicious snowstorm stopped and it cleared up as if by a miracle. 
I was found by a rescue team. They told me it is 12th December. 
This has been one long nightmarish experience, but it is over now. I will leave this diary behind for those who may need it.

If someone gets stranded again in this cabin, and has a chance to read this diary, this is I want to say to that person:
Do not lose hope! The rescue will come! 
12th December *****


The pen pressure got weaker and weaker with each entry, but the last message was written with such clarity and strength as to show that the writer's heart was filled with hope. 

It should be noted that, however, that the snowstorm lasted for days until 14th December, and the rescue team restarted the search only on the morning after it stopped.

The writer of this diary was never found, and he is still missing as of today.

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Thursday, 10 December 2020

Extra Handout

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I heard this story from an old friend of 20 years when I met him recently.

My friend (I will call him Akira) taught English at an all-girls high school.
Akira used to print handouts for students using a copier in the school office.
He taught four classes in each grade, so he had a lot to print out.

If he had printed handouts for all four classes in one go, it would have taken so much time and papers would have run out quickly; so he preferred to print them out for one class at a time, before each class began.

However, a strange thing kept happening with one of those classes.
There were 32 students in that class, but somehow, he always ended up printing out 33 copies instead of 32.

At first, Akira thought it was because he typed in wrong numbers.
But when he noticed it happened every time he used the copier, and only for this one particular class, he started feeling uneasy.

Akira would always hand the copies over to the students who sat in the front row and ask them to pass them to other students, but inevitably one left-over copy would be returned to him.

Once, one of the students asked him, "why do you always have one copy left over?"
He replied, "this is for me."
But he knew very well that he didn't do it for that reason.
He already had his own copy in his file.
Akira began to think there was something wrong with his mind, and decided to count the copies as they came out of the copier.
He typed in "31" (31 plus the original copy, so 32 altogether) and pressed the OK button.
One, two, three... Akira never took his eyes off the copies as they came out of the copier one after the other.
Just as he counted 31, the copier stopped printing.
He added the original copy to the pile, and counted them again, and made sure there were only 32 copies in his hand.

But when he took those copies to the class, and handed them out to the students, one copy was again left over and returned to him.
It was at this point that Akira started feeling scared.
He counted students in the class. There were 32 of them. No student was absent.
There shouldn't have been a left-over paper; but there it was, in his own hand.

Akira was utterly bewildered.
"We have only 32 students in this class, am I correct?" He asked the students.
A wave of chuckles washed across the classroom.
"Haven't you had enough sleep, Sensei**?" One of them jeered.

Akira ignored that and persisted in asking, "are you sure we don't have 33 students in this class?" The look on his face was so dead serious that it began to cause agitation in the students too.
"Please stop asking that!" "Are you only joking?" Soon the whole classroom was thrown into noisy confusion.

Oh no! What am I doing? I have to calm them down!
He was about to say "I am sorry I probably got mixed up," but as soon as he opened his mouth:


someone started screaming those words at the top of their lungs.

This struck so much terror in Akira that he fainted.
When he came to, he was lying on a sofa in the headmaster's office.

Anyway, he quit the school soon after that, and he is not even teaching anymore.
To cut a long story short, he lost the job and came back to our hometown.

Right after he came back, I asked him why he left his teaching job, but at first he didn't want to talk about it.
It was only when we went out for drinking the other day that he finally told me the reason.

So this is the scariest part of the story:
When it was decided that Akira would quit and leave the school, he cornered one of the students from that class, and asked him why all the students from it had been avoiding him.
The student told him that it was because on that day, the person who was screaming out "HOW DID YOU KNOW!?" was none other than Akira himself.

Akira told me that although he clearly heard those words being shouted, he didn't remember shouting them himself.
I wonder if there is really something wrong with Akira. I am quite worried about him.



**Sensei --- A form of addressing a teacher in Japanese. (See nihongo master)

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Friday, 27 November 2020

Mark of Death

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(Translated and arranged by Saya)

Have you ever heard of a book called "Mark of Death"?
I have seen it once.

It is as thick as an encyclopedia**, and it contains only pictures of faces of people both when they are alive and when they are dead.
The right page has faces of them while alive, and the left page has faces of them after death.

I don't know how it came to be made, but it is apparently a secret book known only in the world of fortune-tellers. I heard that if you studied those pictures in the book every day, you would eventually be able to tell the "mark of death" which would appear on people's faces when their death was imminent.

The person who showed me the book was a teacher from a private-tutoring school I used to go.
Twenty years have passed since then. The teacher worked for a few years at the school after he graduated from university, and then he quit the job, saying he would go to Bali to learn white magic. That was the last I heard of him.

I will call the teacher Aiba in this story.

Aiba obtained a copy of the book while he was still studying at university. From the time he got it, he would spend the whole day, every day, gazing at those pictures.
He was so into the whole occult thing that he devoted most of his time to the study of it; he didn't even bother to attend classes at the university.
Still, he liked climbing mountains, and would frequently drop by the university's mountaineering club.

One day, the club came up with a plan to climb a winter mountain.
When the day came to climb it, they gathered at B station.
Aiba was taking part in it too, but upon seeing the club members' faces, for the very first time, he recognised  "marks of death" on them.
Of course, Aiba told them that they had marks of death written on their faces, and did his best to dissuade them from carrying out the plan.
But they laughed in his face, ridiculing his claims, and all four of them headed towards the mountain just as planned.

A couple of days later, Aiba was watching TV when a news headline flashed across the screen: "Members of C University Mountaineering Club Reported Missing."
Aiba's name was among the list of members who had been reported missing.

He was astonished, and immediately called the university, and decided to join the the rescue team that had been formed by the ex-members of the club.
They travelled to D, which was the city where the mountain was located.

Because of the inclement weather, the search was delayed until the next morning.
Meanwhile, having nothing to do, Aiba visited a coffee shop which was a usual place the members of the mountaineering club would go to after they had climbed down the mountain.

When he entered the coffee shop, he found all the other four members of the club sitting at a table.
What? You are all alive and well?
They were so happy to see one another again, and congratulated themselves for having survived the ordeal; but one of the members suddenly put down a newspaper, which he had been reading, on the table, and muttered under his breath:

Hey, Aiba. You have a mark of death written on your face.

Aiba was shocked by his words, and ran into the toilet to check his face in the mirror; but he did not perceive anything unusual about his face.

He came out of the toilet, but all the four members, who had been there until moments ago, had gone.
Confused, he asked the coffee shop owner, where have they all gone?
The coffee shop owner didn't seem to understand his question.
The owner said, Aiba suddenly burst into the coffee shop, and started talking on his own, and then dashed into the toilet.

But they were all here... Aiba glanced at the table, and his eyes fell on the newspaper. It had an article about the missing mountaineering club members, together with their small portraits.
And all of the portraits, with the exception of the portrait of Aiba at the bottom,  clearly showed marks of death written on their faces. 


**Encyclopedia ---- Kojien in the original Japanese. Kojien is regarded as the most authoritative dictionary of Japanese (See Wikipedia).

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Friday, 20 November 2020

Mountain Witch!

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This happened to a young couple driving on a mountain pass.

The sun was already setting. Virtually no oncoming car could be seen, nor were there any lampposts.

While the man drove the car, his girlfriend, tired from a long drive, slept on the front seat beside him, wrapped up cozily in a blanket.
The man stared intently ahead into the dark, trying to keep fatigue at bay.

When they were half way through the mountain, he spotted a white sedan parked at a lay-by.
Without thinking, he slowed down his car.

He had known other couples to park their cars at such a place and stay overnight inside them, for they lacked money to stay in proper hotels.

He stopped the car and peered into the rear seat window of the car, out of curiosity.
But as soon as he did so, a door of the sedan suddenly opened wide, and a woman came out. Their eyes met.

Her eyes were boring into his.
Feeling awkward and a little embarrassed, he suddenly started the car to get away from the place.

He was still feeling her eyes on him, and a few seconds later, he looked into the rear-view mirror to see if she was still staring at him; then he gasped in horrified alarm.

The woman was chasing his car!

His feeling of embarrassment turned into panic, and he sped up the car.
He drove it as fast as he possibly could on a narrow mountain pass.
But the woman was still chasing him, although it was impossible for any human-beings to have kept up with such high speed.

In the rear-view mirror, he saw the woman's face illuminated by the red brake lights, and the sight made his hair stand on end.  

Mountain Witch! Mountain Witch! **

The face was the exact copy of the face of Mountain Witch he saw in a children's book when he was a boy.
It was an ugly, wrinkled, demonic face of an old woman, with her hair wildly flying in the wind, closing in on her victim.
He started apologizing for god knows what, and stepped on the accelerator like crazy.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at the parking space of a convenience store at the foot of the mountain.
His girlfriend woke up, and he told her how he had just had a narrow escape from death.

She looked confused at first, but soon her expression turned into one of great shock.
A huge sense of relief washed over him, because by telling her the story, he felt like he was confirming to himself that he was safe now.

When he had finished telling his story, he found his girlfriend looking pensive, as if ruminating over what he had just told her.
"I had a dream." She finally spoke. "In the dream, I was chasing your car frantically, because you had left me alone in the middle of the mountain, and driven away. I yelled and screamed with all my strength, but you wouldn't stop and kept on driving.
For one moment, I seriously thought in my mind: 'I will kill him!' "



** Mountain Witch - Yamanba (or Yamauba: See Wikipedia ), in the original story. Yamanba is a yokai in the form of an old woman who lives deep in a mountain. She appears at first as a well dressed, benevolent lady who invites travellers into her hut for a night's rest. But during the night, when travellers are fast asleep, she attacks them and devours them.  Her true identity before she became a yokai is said to have been a priestess of a mountain god, or an old woman who was a victim of ubasute (the practice of abandoning elderly relatives in mountains during a period of famine: See Wikipedia).

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Sunday, 15 November 2020

Uncle Pringles

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(Translated and arranged by Saya)

This happened while I was still at elementary school.

On the way to the school, I used to see a chubby moon-faced man known to us by the nickname of "Uncle Pringles" standing by the side of a road.

Uncle always had a boy with him, called Shinta, who was about 15 years old and appeared to be mentally handicapped.

Uncle would always call out to children walking to school, saying,
"Wouldn't you shake your hands with this boy?"

Most children would get creeped out and simply run away, but I -- small as I was -- took pity on Shinta, and shook hands with him.

"What a good boy!"
Uncle smiled broadly as though it made him really happy, so I felt I did something good to them.

The next day, Uncle and Shinta were waiting at the same place as usual.
"Wouldn't you shake hands with him?"
Just like the day before, I went up to the boy and shook hands with him. But as soon as my hand entwined with his, I felt a sharp pain piercing mine.

Shinta was hiding a drawing pin in his hand.

"He says he can't forgive you no matter what."
Uncle's flat voice reached my ears.

Why? Did they notice in me a sense of superiority hidden behind sympathy?
A lot of thoughts rushed through my mind.
But whatever the reason, they didn't have to do this to me...

I looked at Uncle as if seeking for help, and his face all of a sudden crumbled with remorse.   
"I said to Shinta that I wished you were my son instead of him. Shinta, I am soorryy. I am sooo sooo soorryyy."

I ran to school right after that, and told the teachers everything that had happened.
The incident was soon made known to all students by the school announcement. The whole school was on alert for a while, and the teachers even went patrolling in the neighbourhood.

Uncle Pringles never showed up again after that day.
But instead, a rumour began circulating in the school:
"Shinta was trying to shake hands with kids because he wanted to spread his disease to them."

This rumour caused me considerable anxiety for a long time.

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Wednesday, 11 November 2020


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This is a famous urban legend (with many different versions), so you might have already read it somewhere!๐Ÿ˜Š⭐

A man casually looked up at the sky on the way home from his work.
What spread before his eyes was the perfect starry sky without a cloud in sight.

"How long has it been since I last looked at a starry sky?"

He had been up to neck with work for months.
As he looked at those twinkling stars, he felt a quiet joy in his heart.

From that day onward, it became his custom to gaze at the stars from the balcony of his apartment after work.

One night, he noticed that, in the apartment building opposite of his, there was a woman who was gazing up at the sky from her room, in the same manner as he was doing.
"She must love looking at the night sky too!"
He felt a friendly feeling towards her.

He continued to gaze up at the stars whenever he had a chance, and as the days went by, his interest in the woman in the opposite building grew too. In fact, he became almost infatuated with her. The reason was because every time he went out on the balcony to look at the sky, she was also there looking at the sky.

"I wonder what kind of person she is. She must know that I am also here looking at the sky."
He couldn't contain his desire to get to know her any longer. He decided to visit her room.

Feeling butterflies in his stomach, he headed towards her room.
When he arrived, he pressed the doorbell, but there was no answer, no matter how many times he pressed it.
He impulsively grabbed hold of the doorknob. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked.

He timidly peered into the room. It was almost completely dark inside.
Only the moonlight through the window was casting a pale light on the woman.

But he froze the moment he saw her.

The woman was dead, hanging from the ceiling by the window.

She looked as though she was standing there gazing up at the starry sky.

Friday, 6 November 2020


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A high school girl was studying for the end of term exam in her room.

It was well past midnight. She was getting sleepy and starting to lose focus.
At one point, while she fiddled with her pen, she suddenly had a weird idea of tossing the pen over her shoulder.
She just felt like doing it, for no particular reason.

So while sitting on the chair, she tossed it over her shoulder.
But ----

---- She heard no sound of it dropping on the floor.

The floor was wooden. If a pen dropped, it would have made a sound.
She felt chills down her spine.

But when she gathered the courage to look behind, she found that the pen had simply landed on a cushion that was on the floor.
"Of course!" She muttered to herself as she felt tension leave her body.

Next day, at school, she shared her story with her friends, with some embellishment.
"Have you heard this story before? If, around two a.m., you toss a pen over your shoulder and you don't hear the sound of it dropping on the floor, you will soon die from an unknown cause?  To tell you the truth, I tried tossing a pen like that yesterday, at two a.m. ---- "

She heard her friends draw a sharp breath.
"---- and guess what? It didn't make a sound!"
She exclaimed in a dramatic tone, and a little commotion followed. A few of her friends even screamed in terror.

Seeing that she smiled with satisfaction, and added: "But it was just because the pen dropped on a cushion. Hahaha!"
It was just another funny story to tell during a break.

That night, she sat at the desk in her room, studying for the exam just like the day before.

But it was getting late, and again, her mind started wandering. She glanced at a clock on her desk.
It had just gone five minutes past two.

She then remembered the story she had told her friends during the day, and looked at the pen she was holding in her hand.

And, without thinking, she tossed it over her shoulder. 

This time too, it didn't make a sound.

Only this time, it should have made a sound.
She had moved the cushion that was on the floor onto her bed yesterday.
There couldn't be anything else on the floor that might have absorbed the sound.

She knew where the pen should have landed on the floor, from the way she had tossed it.  
She was sure there could not be anything there.

Cold sweat broke all over her body. She shivered.
After some hesitation, she slowly turned around to look behind her.

And there, she saw one of her friends from her school, standing right at the place where the pen should have dropped. 

".....I tried it too, just like you did in the story you told me."
Her friend said icily in a low whisper.

Firmly gripped in her friend's hand was the very pen which she had tossed only a few moments ago.  

(This story reminded me of this: A Made-Up Story )

Saturday, 31 October 2020

"Mopรฉ Mopรฉ" Happy Song For Halloween

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Happy Halloween everyone!  ๐ŸŽƒ⭐

I had been totally forgetting today was Halloween until someone pointed it out to me yesterday ๐Ÿ˜†✨

Anyway, I just would like to post this famous children's song to celebrate today! ๐Ÿ‘ป ✨

It's perfect for Halloween, so please watch it until the end. I promise it's gonna blow your mind ๐Ÿ˜†๐ŸŽต✨

Enjoy ๐Ÿ’–Much love from Saya๐Ÿ’•✨
The link to the video:

Friday, 30 October 2020

Ding Dooong

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(Translated and arranged by Saya)

One humid summer afternoon, I was taking a nap on the second floor of my house.

Ding Dooong, Ding Dooong...

The doorbell rang. I was the only person at home, and I was too lazy to go downstairs. I ignored it and kept on sleeping.

Ding Dooong, Ding Dooong...
Ding Dooong, Ding Dooong..

But the doorbell continued to ring at regular intervals.

Who could it be? What a nuisance.
I looked out the window and surreptitiously glanced down at the front door.
A woman in white clothes, about 40 years old, and a little girl wearing similar white clothes and a straw hat, were standing there, side by side.

They could be people from some cult religious group trying to recruit new members.
What a bother! But I suppose I could just go down and ask them what they wanted.

I went downstairs and opened the front door, but there was no one outside.

What? They had gone already? And I had come all the way down here to answer them.
I went back upstairs to sleep again.

But then:
Ding Dooong, Ding Dooong...
The doorbell rang again.

I looked out the window. It was the same woman and child again.
What the hell?
I stormed down the stairs.

The doorbell kept ringing at regular intervals even while I was stomping towards the front door.
When I reached the door, I swung it open, fully intending to give them a good piece of my mind.

But there was no one there. The doorbell had been ringing until a moment ago!
There were no hiding places. My house stood at the end of a straight lane and they would still be visible if they had run away.

As I stood there dazed:

Ding Dooong, Ding Dooong...

The doorbell rang again, even though there was no one around to press it!

I shut the door in an instant, locked it, and ran upstairs.
Closing the curtains, I jumped into my bed and lay there trembling.
The doorbell still kept on ringing.
But I no longer had the courage to look out the window to check the front door.

The next morning, my mother woke me up.
"There's a letter for you. It looks like it's from a woman."
She had a silly grin on her face. She apparently found it when she went to the letter box to fetch the newspaper.

There was no writing on the white envelope.
How could she know it was from a woman!

I opened it and saw the following words written in a neat handwriting:

"Something is trying to get inside your house."

That was all that was written there.

Sunday, 25 October 2020

Unknown Caller

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(Translated and arranged by Saya)

I got a call from an unknown number.
A middle aged woman's voice asked, "Mr.Suzuki (psuedonym)?"
But I am Tanaka (psuedonym).

So I replied, "No, you have the wrong number."
"Then, who are you?"She asked.

Her response both surprised and annoyed me.
"Why would I answer that? Don't you think it's rude to ask me that?"
When I said that, she just hung up.

That was weird! I thought.
Then a few days later, I got another call from an unknown number (I think it could have been the same number as the last time).
When I answered it, the same middle aged woman's voice asked,
"Mr. Suzuki?"
I said, "You called a wrong number," and hung up. I then blocked the number on the phone.

About a week later, I got a call from a different unknown number. Weird things keep happening to me lately! I thought to myself, and answered the phone, but without saying a word. It was that woman's voice.

"Mr.Suzuki? You must be Mr.Suzuki, right?" She sounded strangely excited.
It was getting too creepy, and I hung up without a word.

This time though, she called me immediately again.
I was caught off guard, but  soon my surprise was replaced by exasperation.
I answered the call so that I could tell her to stop it, once and for all.

"Oh, Mr.Suzuki? You are Mr.Suzuki, aren't you?"
Her voice sounded strangely excited again.

"Look at the number before you make a call! How many times do I have to tell you I am not Suzuki!?" I snapped at her.

That was when her voice suddenly became really low like a man's voice.
"Yeah, I know. Because you are Tanaka."
She said, and hung up.

That was the creepiest thing that ever happened to me. For some time after that, I got freaked out every time I received a call from someone. 

Wednesday, 21 October 2020

But My Grandfather

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(Translated and arranged by Saya)
A high school boy fell in love with a girl. They both went to the same school in a rural area.

The girl lived with her grandfather in an old house on the outskirts of the town. She was a kind girl who looked after her grandfather well, and was very popular with other kids.
The boy belonged to a photography club, and one day he asked the girl to pose as a model for his pictures. From then on, they became closer and closer, until they started dating in secrecy.

The boy wanted to go and study in Tokyo once he left the high school.
He wanted the girl to come with him, but the girl said she couldn't leave the town because she had to look after her grandfather.

Whenever the boy suggested they do some activities together, she would often start off by saying, "I'm sorry but my grandfather..." and make excuses about why she couldn't do them with him.
The boy felt irritated by this, and as the time passed, he became increasingly colder to her because of it.
He would shout at her: "Stop saying 'but my grandfather, but my grandfather' !"
And then came the day when the boy was due to leave for Tokyo.
He went to the girl's house to say goodbye, but the girl, who received him at the front door, said, "please take me with you." 
The boy asked, "but what are you going to do with your grandfather?" 
The girl replied, "he is alright now."

He sensed something was wrong, and went inside the house.
There on the bed, he found her grandfather lying dead, and the whole place was covered in blood. 
He turned around to find the girl standing behind him, holding a bloody knife.
"My grandfather is asleep now, so please don't disturb him."
The boy was overcome with sheer panic and horror, and ran out of the house. He left the town immediately for Tokyo. 

For the next ten years or so, he never set foot in his hometown again. 
He remembered about the girl with regret, thinking that she committed the crime out of deep love for him.
He was the root cause of it all. He initially felt guilty, but over time the memory faded away, and it became all but a distant past. 

Then one day, he received a letter announcing the date of the next reunion at his high school. He decided to attend it this time.

At the reunion party, he enjoyed drinking and talking to his old friends.
He then remembered about the girl and felt an urge to ask his schoolmates as to what happened to her after that fateful day, without mentioning he was involved in it in any way.
But no one whom he asked knew anything about the incident. Even those who took photos of her with him did not remember about her.

He was completely baffled by this, and decided to ask around in the town to see if anyone else remembered about her.

Finally, he met an old lady who knew about the girl, but she said, "that happened more than 50 years ago."

He became confused and started doubting his own mind. 

But he knew where her old house was. He searched his memories and followed the familiar paths that led to the place where the house used to stand.

However, when he arrived there, he found only a steep cliff.
And he could find no trace of a house ever having been built there.

Saturday, 17 October 2020

Welcome Home

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Hello, everyone! :) Long time no see!

I would like to introduce you to this little ritual so that perhaps you can try it for Halloween! Hooray! LOL

(especially handwritten by Saya. lol)

 Many people who tried this ritual swear that this is one of the surest ways of conjuring an apparition, or experiencing some other sorts of paranormal phenomena !(Yay!)

It is best to be done in a dark room at midnight.

Things you will need:
A paper
A pen

How to do it:
1. On the paper, write "Welcome home." And also just below it, write "You must be tired."
2. Stare at the paper for one minute, without blinking.
3. Soon, you will hear a voice from behind you, saying "I'm home...," and "I'm so tired..."
(You may hear different words or just feel a presence behind you.)

When this happens, DO NOT TURN AROUND.
Because if you do, it is said that you will be taken to netherworld (oh no! lol).

There are no set ways of ending this ritual, so just wait for the presence to leave.

If it doesn't leave no matter how long you wait, try sprinkling some salt for purification.

I am looking forward to reading reports from my readers who have tried it XD