Horror Stories
i really wasn't planning to post today but so many people asked for more and i just felt bad if i won't. so here it is, my only horror blog post for today. enjoy
Trigger warning: Stalker
Aya, an office lady, finished up her work for the day and went home. When she checked her mailbox, she found that all she received was a single video tape.
She was extremely interested to see what was on the tape, so she hurried up to her apartment and put it into her VCR and began to watch it.
The video was quite strange in that it seemed to be filmed at night with no lighting used at all. Aya couldn’t be sure because of how dark the video was, but it looked like a girl was screaming in the middle of a dim room. Aya heard both what sounded like the girl talking to herself as well as to another person who must have been nearby.
Aya quickly grew bored with the video’s contents and picked up a magazine on the table. She left the video playing as she skimmed through articles.
A few minutes later, all sound stopped on the video. Thinking the video might be over, Aya looked up to see the girl on screen going into a closet.
A few seconds later, the room on camera was lit up.
It was the same room Aya was currently sitting in.
After the light in the room , she realized that the rest of the recording was documenting everything she did after coming home from work the previous day.
Ryo had just entered high school when his mother suddenly disappeared.
“Your mother abandoned us…” his father explained. Apparently she had been having an affair for several years and finally decided to just leave. Seeing how depressed his father was, Ryo figured he would give the support he could to help the remaining two family members get along as well as they could.
But after his mother went away, strange things began happening around the house. Ryo always felt like something was… off… in the house. Doors would open on their own, things would fall from the shelves, and other strange happenings became more and more common over time.
“Maybe Mom is dead…” Ryo thought to himself.
He decided to check her shoes, all of which she kept at the front door or in a shelf next to the door. If she really did abandon her family, she must have brought at least one pair of shoes.
But what shoes she did own were all lined up at the front door. That means she couldn’t have left the house.
Ryo didn’t want to believe it, but he was becoming suspicious that his father may have killed his mother.
Why?
He had to ask. But what would happen to him if he lost both of his parents? Not to mention, his father loved his mother. She must have betrayed him somehow, and he felt he needed to kill her. Ryo convinced himself that this must be the case and didn’t say anything to his father. He acted like he didn’t know a thing. He was determined to act like everything was normal.
But still, strange things continued happening around the house.
One night he heard a soft tip-toeing. Somebody was moving around the house. It wasn’t his father, who walked with confidence. The footsteps slowly got closer and closer to Ryo’s room until finally they were inside. They moved slowly to the side of his bed.
“Don’t come any closer!” Ryo wished, shutting his eyes tightly while trying to go deeper into his blankets.
He felt a cold, damp breath against his cheek. Scared of what he might see, he opened one of his eyes ever so slightly. It was his mother. She looked absolutely dreadful.
She came closer… closer… to his ear.
“Get… out…” she whispered menacingly.
I wanna get out of here more than you want me to! he thought, but how could he explain to his father why he was moving out?
Strangely, it seemed as if only Ryo could see his mother’s ghost. His father never made any mention of her.
After she disappeared, Ryo’s father quit his job to become a full time parent. He began doing some work from home and was able to do work around the house in his free time. Every day he would prepare dinner for Ryo.
Why would somebody who cared this much for his son kill his wife? Ryo had no way of asking. But he was unsure of what he could do with his dead mother watching over his every step.
One day, Ryo was cleaning out one of the closets when he noticed a strange smell coming from inside. He went further and further into the closet until he found something large wrapped in a futon mattress. He began to unroll it, only to find his mother’s corpse.
He quickly shoved everything back and closed the closet door behind him.
“Is something wrong?” his father asked as he cooked in the kitchen.
“No, nothing’s wrong,” Ryo managed to stay calm. “I just remembered that I have homework to finish for tomorrow, and I wanted to work on it now.”
“Dinner will be ready soon, so you should do it in the living room.”
Ryo hurried back to his bedroom and went to grab a textbook from his book bag. Just as he was ready to go back downstairs, he noticed something in the bottom of his bag. For the first time, he noticed a small, white piece of paper that had been folded in half twice.
He opened it and realized it was a note from his mother.
“Run away now! Your father is crazy!”
Ryo understood everything now. His mother was desperately trying to save him so he could run away from his crazed father.
A family went to Tokyo Disneyland for a day trip. At some point, the masses of people caused the parents to lose track of their son. They immediately went to park staff and told them what happened, but because there is a rule against making announcements regarding missing children in the park, the parents and staff involved resorted to searching for the boy.
The father went with some staff members to look where they had initially lost track of him at, and the mother went to the exit in case he tried to leave on his own. Dozens of people passed through the gates, but none of them were her beloved son.
Eventually, a foreign couple approached the gate. One of them was holding a small child.
The child looked to be about the same size, but it was wearing girl’s clothing and had long hair, so the mother almost overlooked the family. Just as they were leaving, the mother noticed the child’s shoes were the same ones she just bought for her son. As the shoes were printed with characters from a certain cartoon aimed at young boys, the mother knew something was strange about the foreign family.
She made a signal to a guard that was standing nearby, and he arrested them on the spot.
Just like the mother suspected, the child the foreigners were carrying was in fact her own son wearing girl’s clothing and a wig. He was apparently given sleeping pills to subdue him while being brought out of the park, but he was safe in the end.
According to some sources, Disneyland is a hot spot for kidnappings because the children’s organs are sold on the black market for very high prices.
A family was staying at a nice Japanese-style inn when their daughter was brutally murdered in the bathroom adjoining their room. The scene was beyond gruesome.
The girl’s body was stabbed dozens of times, and her face was damaged beyond recognition. To make matters even stranger, she was found with her tongue missing.
The police put all of their efforts into solving this dreadful case, but after weeks of research, they still had no leads.
Why?
The room the girl was killed in was completely shut off from the outside. The door to the bathroom was locked from the inside, and the only other path out of the room was a small ventilation window that was too small to even fit your head into.
There wasn’t the slightest hint the police could find at all after searching the inn. Everyone involved in the investigation was losing hope and ready to give up when the innkeepers’ son came forward at the beckoning of his parents.
The young man was uneasy; he twitched and gave officers the impression that he was hiding something big.
Needless to say, they thought he came to confess that he had killed the girl.
However, neither he nor his parents opened their mouth to speak a word to the police. Instead, the man placed a single video tape on the desk in front of the officers.
He didn’t seem like he would attempt an escape, so the investigating officers took the video and watched it to see what could possibly hidden on it.
The moment the officers went into another room, the young man went half-mad. He was most certainly afraid of whatever was on the tape. The officers became even more tense.
Once in the other room, they began watching the tape. It seemed as if the innkeepers’ son had a for secretly video-taping people. The tape started on a scene where a girl was urinating. Everybody watched, holding their breath in anticipation.
As they were waiting to see how exactly the girl would be killed, the unthinkable happened. The ventilation window to the outside opened, and an old woman who looked to only be about 20 cm tall crawled into the room. She gripped onto something that looked like a shard of glass and quickly jumped to the girl and slit .
The old woman continued stabbing and slicing up the girl, leaving the proof of her murderous deed on the video tape.
When the girl breathed her last breath, the woman took the girl’s tongue and looked at the camera.
“You’re next, boy.”
Supposedly, this strange video is still being held by police somewhere in Japan…
Takumi was a young boy living in a house in rural Japan. While most things about his home were normal, there was one thing that stood out as being strange: a room that he, and everyone else, was forbidden from entering.
However, Takumi was a curious boy. The more he was told not to enter the room, the more he wanted to see what was inside. One day, when the rest of his family was out for the day, he sneaked into the room. When he got inside, he was shocked at what he found.
Nothing. Nothing at all was out of the ordinary in any way. It was just a normal bedroom.
He sense anything weird, and the sunlight coming in through the window was almost blinding in how bright it was. There was nothing scary at all about the room. He wondered if maybe his family just didn’t want him to make a mess in there and were trying to scare him off.
The bedroom was quite warm, and before he knew it, Takumi fell asleep then and there.
A few hours later, he woke up. He didn’t have any paralyzingly horrifying dreams, and nothing seemed to have happened while he was asleep. He was certain that nothing mysterious was going on in the room.
As he was just about to leave the room, he got the urge to open one of the drawers.
All the drawer contained was a small Japanese-style doll.
He opened the other drawers and found only clothing.
Why did only that one drawer have such a small doll in it? What is so important about the doll?
Takumi stared at the doll. After a few moments, he was overtaken by a fear like he had never felt before.
Later, after his family had returned, Takumi asked his grandmother about the room. She told him that many years ago the room had belonged to his father’s younger sister, Haruko.
Thirty-some years ago, the house was remodeled into a duplex. Apparently, there was a garden located where the new part of the building was built over, and that land was tainted.
Haruko’s room, which was now the “forbidden” room, stood on that land. From the moment the house was remodeled she began acting odd.
The first thing that her family noticed was that she began having trouble sleeping in her bedroom. No matter how tired she was, she would inevitably wake up at 3 am every morning. When she woke up, the lights in her room would all be despite having turned them off before going to sleep. Even worse, she said there was a young girl that would be sitting on her bed; despite the room being brightly lit, the girl’s face would be shrouded in darkness. Somehow, Haruko could still sense that the girl was smiling.
For about a week this continued until Haruko began avoiding her bedroom.
She was quite independent, though, so at first she didn’t want to trouble her family with what was going on. After that week, she gave up and told her father about her fears.
“No wonder you can’t get married!” he screamed. “If you bring it up again, you can find your own place to live!”
About two weeks later, Takumi’s grandmother remembered Haruko’s complaints. Haruko had stopped talking about what was going on in her room and had even started smiling again. Her mother began to think that maybe she had started to get used to the new house and decided to ask about it.
“Nothing has changed,” she said with a smile. “I’ve just gotten used to my new room. At first there was just the one girl, but now there are so many more. They’re all watching me whenever they can!”
Haruko’s voice raised into an eerie, high-pitched laugh. Her mother couldn’t help but notice that it was nothing at all like Haruko’s normal, quiet laugh.
Maybe the ghosts she spoke of actually were real, or maybe they were just dreams or illusions. Regardless of which was the truth, it was already too late.
Haruko’s room was right next to her parents’, and one night her mother heard a strange scratching noise through the wall. Unsure of what was happening, she hurried into the next room and was shocked by what she saw.
Haruko had ripped the tatami mats from the floor and was desperately digging a hole in the ground with her bare hands.
“What are you doing?!” her mother screamed without thinking. Haruko didn’t seem to notice. If anything, it looked like she was smiling.
Haruko continued digging until she seemed to find something. “There it is…” she whispered to herself and finally pulled herself out from under the floor. In her hands was a small Japanese-style doll that was so clean it was difficult to believe it had been under the ground.
Haruko handed the doll over to her mother. With a smile still on her face, she walked away and began banging her head on the wall.
“What is wrong with you?!” Her mother rushed over to try and calm her, but it was no use; Haruko was somehow too strong to be stopped.
“You’re right… What am I doing? What did I do? I don’t know. IdontknowIdontknowIdontknow…”
For just a moment Haruko seemed to doubt what she was doing, but she quickly lost her lucidity and raised yet another strange laugh.
That’s when her mother heard it. Mixed in with Haruko’s voice were the voices of dozens of small children’s voices.
Haruko continued hitting her head on the wall for more than ten minutes. Suddenly, she stood straight up and immediately collapsed.
“She looked just like a marionette,” Haruko’s mother—Takumi’s grandmother—said.
Haruko’s father, woken up by the sounds in the next room, had already called an ambulance. When she was brought to the hospital, doctors stated that she was in extremely bad condition. Her medulla oblongata, brain stem, and skull were all severely damaged.
When her mother explained to the doctors what had happened, they didn’t believe her. “Did she really do this to herself? This sort of brain damage is impossible to inflict upon oneself in the manner that you describe.”
Her father, feeling that he let his daughter die, went to a priest at a temple to see if anything could be done to cleanse the house. Somebody agreed to look at the bedroom; he vomited upon crossing the threshold.
Once he regained his composure, he said that a shrine dedicated to aborted fetuses and children lost to the plague was once located where Haruko’s room currently stood. Because the room was built where the shrine was, many of the spirits were now gathering there.
“You cannot use this room anymore,” the priest insisted in a threatening manner.
Haruko’s mother showed the doll to the priest and asked him to take it with him.
“I want nothing to do with it,” he said firmly. “I don’t want to risk doing a slipshod exorcism as that will only make the situation worse. Dispose of it or burn it.”
Haruko’s mother followed the priest’s advice. She tried throwing it away, and she tried burning it. Every time she thought she got rid of the doll, though, it would reappear. When she threw the doll away, it would show up again on the dresser. When she tried burning it, the doll wouldn’t light on fire, and instead ashes from the fire would pop out and hit the house instead. Time after time things like this happened, and she finally gave up on getting rid of the doll. She reburied the doll where Haruko found it, and everyone was banned from entering the room.
She explained to Takumi that the events were too painful to think of, and she didn’t want to burden him with such things.
“I don’t know if burying the doll was the right thing to do, but it’s done and over with,” she said. “As long as the doll stays there, we’re safe.”
Takumi avoided looking at his grandmother. “It’s already out…” he whispered to himself.
I always ride the train when I work.
I was on the train again today, as usual, when suddenly a girl appeared in front of me out of nowhere.
Another one? Now I feel like …
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Solution: The narrator is the train conductor, and the girl who appeared in front of him is someone committing suicide by jumping in front of his train
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This is an urban legend from my hometown.
When I was in middle school, I would catch stag beetles and rhinoceros beetles and then sell them to a local pet store. The best place to catch them was a place my friends and I would call “The Sign Tree”.
The reason we called it this is because the path that led to the spot was marked with a sign that read “Woman walking alone—beware at night!”
We didn’t mind it, though we thought that if we did stumble upon anyone there in the evening it would be quite creepy since it wasn’t a very heavily trafficked area.
One day, that was just like any other, my friends and I gathered at our spot to walk the path and catch beetles. The end of the path brought us to the sign.
“Huh, I thought I saw somebody go by just before we got here. They must have just left,” one of my friends said as we got ready to leave. I got a strange feeling when he said that.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “Nobody was here. What did they look like? Did it look like they were here to get bugs, too?”
“Whoever it was had long hair. I’m pretty sure it was a woman.”
We didn’t see the other person again, so we walked home. We split up at the convenience store that was about halfway between our houses and went our separate ways.
As soon as I got to my bedroom, I looked in the small bug cage I had been carrying with me to see how they were doing.
The box was filled with long, black hair.
Ever since then, I refused to go back to that spot.
I had always assumed that the sign was warning women who were walking alone to take care of themselves if they passed through the area at night. I realized that what it really meant was “Beware of the lone woman who walks through here at night.”
Maybe you should think twice about the meanings of the warnings you hear about in your town.
My body had always been weak, ever since I was born. Because of that, I would often stay in the nearby hospital for my health. This happened at least once every year, so I knew many of the nurses who worked there. I really liked the hospital.
The nurses that worked there were all really nice, and they never got mad at me, but they were always very strict about one thing: “You must never go to the bathroom after midnight without telling one of us,” they would tell me if I ever ignored their warnings.
At first, I didn’t think anything of the rule, but around the time I entered sixth grade I started to wonder why they had such a weird rule.
“Why do I need to tell you every time I go to the bathroom?” I asked a nurse one day when she came to check my temperature. After her uneasiness crept up onto her face, all she had to say was that it was too dangerous. She then quickly left to check on the patient next door.
The toilet was about ten meters down the hall from my room. The hospital’s hallways were lit even at night, so they should have been perfectly safe. Thinking that something strange was going on, I decided to go to the bathroom one night on my own.
At 2:00 am, I peeked out of my room. The nurses didn’t usually do patrols at that time, so I knew it was a fairly safe time to leave. Nobody seemed to be walking about, so I ran towards the bathroom.
Three meters…
Two meters…
One meter…
As soon as I stepped in front of the bathroom door, all of the lights went out.
Click click click. When the lights turned off, I suddenly heard the sound of high heels running down the hall.
“It’s one of the nurses!” I thought. The only time I had ever been scolded before was when I left my room to go to the bathroom. This time, though, it was quite obvious that I was trying to sneak by the patrols. Thinking they might hit me this time for ignoring the rules, I hurried into the bathroom. The footsteps were outside the door right behind me.
I hurried to one of the stalls. Skreeeeeeek! The door let out a loud noise as it opened. I hurried inside, but it let out another creak as I closed the door. I locked the door and sat down on the floor.
Knock knock. Somebody was knocking on the door to the restroom. After waiting a moment, the person slowly opened the door.
“They’re looking for me!” I was starting to panic. I was shivering in fear. I held my breath, trying to be as quiet as possible, but with every frantic heartbeat I wondered if whoever was out there could hear it.
Knock knock. The person was right outside my stall. I had nowhere else to run to. Just as I was about to give up and admit to the nurse what I had done, I noticed somebody had written something on the wall. The writing was very messy, and it looked as if somebody had used their fingernails to scratch the letters into the paint. I also got the distinct impression that many people had worked to finish the message. And somehow they had all been trying to write the same message.
“Don’t look at the ceiling”
I was scared. I wanted to leave the stall and get the punishment over. Whoever was outside knocked again. I put my fingers on the lock to open it when
THUMP!
The door took a strong hit. I thought whoever was out there must be trying to kick the door in. Do people really try to kick doors in just to lecture a kid? No, I wasn’t opening the door.
THUMP!
Another attack hit the door. The lock rattled in its place. It definitely wasn’t a nurse out there.
THUMP!
This time the door began to crack. I noticed the writing on the wall again. Maybe all of the others who sat here and wrote the warning had gone through the same thing I was experiencing… Just as that thought struck me, I heard a voice from the ceiling calling my name. It was the voice of a nurse I was friends with.
Forgetting the warning on the wall, I stood up and looked at the ceiling.
But nothing looked out of place. Concrete walls, the door to the stall, and a light. When I realized the ceiling was just a normal ceiling, I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hee hee…” Suddenly a voice came from the floor. A woman’s voice. That’s when I understood the true meaning of the message.
“If you look at the ceiling, you won’t know when something from below comes for you!”
The woman’s voice came closer and closer to my face. I noticed that it seemed to be controlling my body; no matter how hard I tried to leave the bathroom, my body wouldn’t listen to my mind. Too scared to look down, I continued staring at the ceiling.
Something entered my field of vision. It wore a nurse’s hat and had a woman’s face.
“And you’re number ten…” She said as my body was consumed by the darkness.
Keiichi was in college and trying to save money, so he moved into an apartment that hadn’t been taken care of. Despite its problems, it was unbelievably cheap, so he didn’t mind how bad the living conditions were. He had his friends help him move in, and at the end of the day they went to a bar together to celebrate.
Keiichi didn’t return home until late at night, and rather than going to his bed, he laid down under the kotatsu. (Note: A kotatsu is a table with a heating unit.)
But he couldn’t sleep, no matter how he tried. The tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock of the clock echoed through the room. He tossed and turned and couldn’t fall asleep. Finally he decided to just get up.
He couldn’t move. He was completely paralyzed. He broke out into a sweat… Somebody was watching him.
He moved his eyes around but didn’t see anyone there. The paralysis and unshakable feeling of somebody staring at him didn’t stop until morning. The next day, and the day after that were the same…
Keiichi began to become a little neurotic. He couldn’t sleep at home, so he began falling asleep in class. Friends tried asking him what was wrong, but all he could say was that he was tired.
Finally, he stopped by a temple on his way home from school and bought various charms.
That night, he didn’t feel the paralysis at all. As he was trying to fall asleep, he realized that the gaze was still on him. Fearing what he might find, he searched for where the weird feeling was coming from.
He found his eyes falling upon a space between the wall and his dresser.
It’s coming from here…
Keiichi gulped down his apprehensions and moved the dresser away from the wall.
What he found was a creature that almost resembled a female human with long black hair. But it wasn’t human.
The thing that he saw was far too slender to be a human. Small enough to hide behind furniture only a couple of inches away from the wall.
She looked at Keiichi as if she wanted to tell him something, but before he could make out the words she disappeared.
Keiichi proceeded to hang the charms he bought around his apartment and sat down on the floor.
The woman never appeared after that night.
What really unnerved Keiichi is that several years before he moved into the apartment, there was an incident he was told about. Supposedly an otaku that was living on his own in the apartment had been murdered by a burglar. His skull and several other bones were crushed by what seemed to have been a large hammer.
The murderer was never found.
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