As always, thank you everyone for leaving comments. I'm sorry I'm too busy at the moment to make a reply to each individual comment. But I hope you enjoy the time browsing through my blog!

Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Tarako Christmas


Merry Christmas everyone!


I'm sorry for not having been able to reply to your comments. But I still appreciate them very much.
And please note that sadly updating this blog is at the bottom of my priority list at the moment.

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

Goodbye with the Dolphin Dream

A weird Japanese flash.

GO TO: Goodbye with the Dolphin Dream
(There will be some sound. So watch the volume.)

The girl says "Please kill me first before going any further."
Just keep clicking and see what happens.

The title is apparently so called because you end up with a picture of a pool of blood in the shape of a dolphin.
Nothing too graphic, so don't worry.

Sunday, 12 December 2010

Reincarnation: Trailers






It was a good film. I enjoyed watching it.

Looks like you can watch the whole thing on youtube.

Ah.. and guys, I don't have a lot of time to update :D

Tuesday, 7 December 2010

Recycled

Another cryptic story for you!

Note: I'm not the authour of this story. I've translated it from original Japanese into English. Please do NOT copy and paste it somewhere else on the web without my permission.

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I was in a station, sitting on a bench and waiting for the train to come.
Presently, a lady holding a baby to her breast sat down next to me.
Well I'm fond of children and I couldn't help but stare at the sweet-looking baby.
The  lady noticed this and she started chatting to me in a friendly manner.
'This isn't actually a baby, you know. It's a bag.'
As she said so, she turned over the baby's clothes and showed me a zipper on the belly.
Now that she said it, I noticed that the baby's eyes appeared to be made of glass too.
'Wow, it looks very realistic."'
'Yes, I know. It takes a lot of work to make it. Time-consuming, too. But it doesn't bother me, because I love recycling things,' she replied with a smile.
Just then the train pulled up. She stood up and got on the train.

I was going to catch the same train but I couldn't bring myself to move.
So I sat there rigid and stared after the train until it disappeared into the distance.

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Seven Steps

Note: I'm not the authour of this story. I've translated it from original Japanese into English. Please do NOT copy and paste it somewhere else on the web without my permission.

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I heard this from my friend at college.

It's a common story but there was an apartment that had one room where no one stayed for very long.
Everyone left within one week of renting it.
The room was on the first floor in the corner of the building and you could reach it by climbing a flight of stairs with seven steps.

The landlord felt uncomfortable about the whole affair and it bothered him a lot, but one day he got a tenant who stayed well over a week.

That made the landlord feel happier but just to make sure everything was alright he went to the room to check on the tenant.

But no one responded to the landlord's knockings.
The landloard felt something was amiss and he rang up the police. When the police arrived they broke into the room together.
Inside, they found the tenant's dead body.
The cause of the death was unclear and to find out what had happened the police then went around asking for information.
They managed to talk to some of the previous tenants of the room but none of them was willing to talk about the room.
However in the end they managed to get one person talking. His story went like this:

Every night a child's voice was heard.
On the first night after the tenant moved in, the voice said:
 'Oooone step Iiii've cliiiimbed...'
He wondered what it was but nothing else happened and so he just ignored it.
But the next day he heard the same voice say:
'Twooo steps Iiii've cliiiiimbed...'
On the thrid day it said: "Threee steps Iiii've cliiiiiimbed..."
And so it went on the same way, on the fourth, the fifth and the sixth day.
The voice was clearly getting closer.

There were only seven steps on the stairs.
All previous tenants ran away fearing what might happen if it reached the seventh step.

And it appears the only person who knows the answer to that is the dead tenant.

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Monday, 29 November 2010

A Video about Suicide

A cryptic story.

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One day my boyfriend emailed me a video.
Wondering what it was I watched it.
It turned out to be a video about him committing suicide.
With a rope around his neck he jumped; and after a painful struggle he died.
And the video ended there.

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

A Video with a Strange Woman

Strange images of a woman keep interrupting the video.
I think I've seen this somewhere before??

Saturday, 20 November 2010

Mother's Rage

Note: The author of this story is not me. I'm only translating it.

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This happened quite a long time ago, when I was about four.

It was early in the morning. I say "morning" but it was still dark in my room.
Suddenly I found myself standing on the bed, being told off severely by my mother.

'Why did you do it?!'
She questioned me angrily, but I absolutely had no idea what I had done.
I would say that was a normal reaction from someone who had just woken up.
I wanted to ask her what I had done but she was so furious that I thought the question would only make her even angrier. So I just kept apologizing to her without understanding the situation.
I said sorry to her again and again but she wasn't about to let me off that easily.

They say when something unpleasant is happening the time tends to go by very slowly but even so as a child I felt that it was going on for far too long.
For more than an hour my mother kept asking me stuff like:
'For what reason did you do it?' 'What was the reason?' 'What time do you think it is?' She went on and on in the same manner.

Well my mother was the type who could go on forever once she started telling people off and I knew that apologizing to her was useless. If I didn't say sorry she would go on being angry and even if I did say sorry she would still be angry. So nothing I did or said would make much difference.
That was what I thought.

And then I thought to myself lightly:"Oh she's especially in a bad mood today," or "I must have done something really terrible."

But.
As my head became clearer I started noticing a few things; like although it was around four or five in the morning and my mother was shouting at the top of her voice, the noise hadn't disturbed my father, who was sleeping right in the next room. Well, that was perhaps OK but it was strange that my two-year old sister, who was sleeping on the bottom of the bunk bed below me hadn't even stirred.

My little sister should have woken up by then, especially because the shouting had got so loud to the point where it was impossible for anyone to ignore it and go on sleeping
That was the first thing that came into my head and then I began to notice other odd things.

To start with,  I heard no sound.

There was no sound of the clock ticking which usually bothered me and no sound of cars that could usually be heard outside around that time of the day. It was far too quiet.

And the strangest of all was my mother's unusual persistence.

I apologized to her over and over but she still wouldn't forgive me.
Normally she would have stopped telling me off by then.
Yes, she could be persistent, but not that persistent.

I then realized the most frightening thing of all.
I had not yet seen my mother's face.
To be more precise, I couldn't see her face because it was too dark. I was being told off in complete darkness.
I just assumed she was my mother by her voice and by the sense of her presence but I hadn't checked if she really was my mother.

"Why did you do it?"
"What time do you think it is?"
"Are you really sorry about what you've done?"
She kept going on about the same things.

Is she really my mother?
The moment I thought so:

A hand flew to my face.

Slap!!!
I was hit hard across the cheek.
But the hand felt unnatural.

It had abnormally long nails.
And it also felt very cold.
She is not my mother! I knew it this time.

My mother had fragile nails which could break easily and she hardly ever grew them long because of it.

Who is she?

As soon as the question came into my mind, the voice, which had been high and hysteric before, suddenly became lower and prolonged like sounds on an old cassette tape.

It had changed into a really deep voice and the things she said became gradually abnormal too:

"Why did you kill?"
"For what reason did you kill?"
"Why did I die?"

Those were the words she spoke now.

I've got to run away!I thought, but I was standing on the top of the bunk bed.
I could get down only by the ladder and the woman was standing right at the bottom of the ladder; and she was still shouting angrily.

No, she was actually pleading now.
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And up until then I thought my body was only tense because of being nervous, but now I realised I was suffering from paralysis.

Oh god, I can't move. The very moment I thought so, the woman, with a loud and clear voice, said:

'Are you really sorry?'
And she brought her face closer until it was just a few inches from mine.

Her hair was wild, her skin pallid, and she had no eyeballs.

I lost consciousness.



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Was it in the morning? Or in the afternoon?
When I came around, I again found myself standing on the bed, being told off by my mother.

But this time I could hear noises outside and moreover it was bright and sunny in the room.
I could also see her face. There was no question that the person who was shouting at me was my mother.

'Why did you do it?'
'What were you doing?'
'Where did you go?'
She was asking me those questions.

This time too I had no idea what I had done so I asked her.
- What have I done?

'Were you sleepwalking or what?'
Then she started telling me what had happened.
The night before, around two after midnight, my parents were in the sitting room when they saw me walk past the room.
They thought I was going to the bathroom but then heard me say, 'I'm going outside to play.' And then apparently I just disappeared through the front door.
My action was totally unexpected and I was gone before they had time to stop me. They followed me and went outside, and tried to find me but couldn't.
After a while they gave up searching and came home to call up the police, but when they checked the bedroom again somehow they found me on the bed, fast asleep.

They were going to wake me up and try to ask me what had happened but no matter what they did I wouldn't wake up. They were also exhausted after the night of searching and before they knew they had fallen asleep themselves. They slept until they were woken up by my scream.

All I said to them in the end were: Yes, I was sleepwalking. No, I don't remember what I did.
I never told a soul about my experience until now.
Do you think this is something serious?

Monday, 15 November 2010

COOKING IDOL, "Noroi chan"

A cute Japanese doll shares with you her special recipe!! ("Noroi" means curse.)

You will need some rice cakes, bacon, and above all, BRIGHT RED TOMATOES!!!!




Yummyyyyy!

Sunday, 14 November 2010

Friday, 12 November 2010

Gone Missing With The House

Note: I'm not the author of this story

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This happened when I was fifteen.
 One day I came home from school to find the place where my house should have been had become an empty lot.
Of course I could not have taken a wrong path since I used the same route to go back and forth from home to school everyday.
And also it was impossible to be mistaken about the location since the scenery around it was familiar.
But strangely the place had a run-down appearance with weeds growing everywhere showing it had not become empty suddenly but it had been like that for at least a few years.

In the end all my family went missing and I was taken into my grandmother's care.
I am posting this from my grandmother's house right now.
Have you heard of any similar things happening before?

I'm working now and still trying to find my family in my spare time; but I'm starting to lose hope.

Thursday, 11 November 2010

Scary Cursed Movie

The Warning at the beginning says:
"The movie you are about to see may cause you serious spiritual damage.
If you are prone to spiritual damage or you feel reluctant to watch it, please stop the movie immediately.
I will not be responsible for anything that may happen as a result of watching it."

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

The Tarako Kewpie Band

Time to Chill Out with Tarako Kewpies!


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Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Alone in the House

Another cryptic story.

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I was scared after reading the cursed story and because I was alone in the house I switched on all the lights in my room and the hall leading to the bathroom. :D

But it was all fine in the end.
The only scary thing that happened was when after the bath I went back to my room and switched on the light the bag which had been on the hook fell by itself. That made me jump! lol 

Thursday, 4 November 2010

The Wish

Note: This story is under the "Cryptic" category, meaning you have to think a little to understand it.
I'll give you one explanation for it later in the comments below.

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A star descended to a little girl.
'Anything you wish I will grant it to you, but only for once,' said the star.
The girl had been crying.
'Please make everyone in my family disappear! I really hate them!'
The next morning when she woke up she went downstairs to the dining room but her mother, father and big brother were all there as usual.
The girl was sorry that she had made such a wish.
That evening the star appeared to her again.
'Are you happy now?' asked the star.
 The girl said, 'please, can I take back the wish I made yesterday?'
The star said, 'once a wish is fulfilled you can not take it back.'
The girl cried.

Monday, 1 November 2010

The Headphone

As usual, I am not the author of the story. I'm only translating it.

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It was my habit to go to sleep with music playing.
I would often wake up in the morning with headphone still on my ears.

I don't remember about it very clearly but the other night I was finding it hard to fall asleep.
Usually after my head hit the pillow I needed only ten minutes before my consciousness was gone.
And you know how your heart sometimes starts beating fast when you can't sleep?
I didn't know why but I could feel my heart beating wildly inside me.

Alright, let's listen to some music! I thought. Tonight I could listen to some rock music for a change.
Probably I would just end up being more awake, but never mind! I could stay awake until the morning. No problem.
I used the shuffle option on my hi-fi and enjoyed listening to my favourite band.
But when the songs I didn't like came up I fast forwarded them all.
So there was no point in using the shuffle option after all...

After a while I began nodding off.
A few songs went by without me knowing it. Oh well I'm just going to sleep like this. I'm too lazy to move.
Sometimes when I slept with music on, I dreamed of the singers who sang the songs I was listening to.
I wish they weren't dreams....
The music kept on playing........

A long pause. The end?
I checked the display. The time showed 1 minute 55 seconds, which then changed to 56 seconds; the music was still going on.
Did it have such a song ? I didn't remember.
Soon my ears caught a faint sound.
It was a pleasant sound of wind that made you imagine of a large open meadow.
Someone was walking towards me.

'Hello.'

It was a girl's voice.
What a pretty girl.
I could imagine her looks just by listening to her voice.

'Hello. Oneh-san (big sister)?'

The voice was talking to me?
I replied to her in my mind.

'Hello. How old are you?'

The girl asnwered:

'I'm seventeen. I'm glad I have a friend now.'

'Oh then I'm five years older than you! Tell me your name! I'm Kumiko, by the way. Nice to meet you.'

I experienced a warm feeling when I heard from her the word "friend."

'I'm Atsumi. You write "warm sea" in Chinese characters and read it "Atsumi." Can I call you Kumiko Oneh-chan?'

'OK! Then I'll call you Ah-chan.'
We talked about many things.
About myself, and about Ah-chan....
Ah-chan told me about her problems too.
It sounded like she was not getting on well with her father.
I then asked her out of the blue:

'Ah-chan, what are you doing here?'

'AAAAAAAHHHHHaahhhhhhAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH'

The scream rang in my ears. No, no, no!
It was like a scream of someone in her death throes. The terror of it drew me back to the reality.

I must take off the headphone........ but, I can't???

The scream is breaking me down.......AAHH I love headphones AAhhhh I always have headphone on my ears AAHH I don't know what's so funny but I can't stop smiling. People around me are saying I've gone mad. They say I've always been a bit odd and now finally I've gone all mental AAAAAHHH I don't care what they say. Because Ah-chan is with me AAAAAAHHHHH It feels so good in hereAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Sunday, 24 October 2010

The Things That A Ghost Told Me

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

Last night I dreamed about a child ghost!
According to the ghost, "the ghost you see in the dream is often a real ghost."

And he also said:
Ghosts love quiet places and so they often appear in houses with only one person living in it.
So what would they then do?
They have no intention of scaring the inhabitant, apparently, but only want to do things like watch TV together.

But it seems like ghosts sometimes unintentionally let themselves be seen at the moment of appearing and disappearing.

Therefore, for example, at the moment when the human switches off the TV to get ready for bed the ghost may also tries to disappear, and in the process of doing so its image sometimes inadvertently gets refleted on the TV screen. If the human happens to be looking towards its direction, then the ghost tries its best not to betray its presence - said the ghost.

But if the human persisted in looking suspiciously in its direction the ghost would be dismayed and think that it had been spotted, and it would stay hovering around the human until he or she falls asleep.
 
What should we do...?

I personally think that the thing about "the ghost in the dream being a real ghost" might be true, because they say you never dream things that you haven't experienced in real life. Although you can dream things you have seen in horror movies.

And the child ghost also said:
When you wake up halfway through dreaming about an encounter with a ghost, that ghost too comes to the real world and then you will be able to catch a glimpse of it for a brief second.
And if that happens in the middle of the night no harm will be done to you; but if it happens when the sun is already up, the ghost (for a reason I don't know) will turn demonic and before long you will be cursed to death or something terrible will happen to you.   

Wednesday, 20 October 2010

Saturday, 16 October 2010

The Nightmare In The Hospital

Saya's comment: Hail to thee, my blog readers! Here's a long waited-for new story! For those of you who have kindly written me emails I thank you wholeheartedly and I also apologize for not having been able to reply.

As always this story is not about myself. I'm only translating a story which was originally written in Japanese.
Please excuse my lousy English. As you know English is my second language, I'm not a professional writer, I don't have much time, and the original text itself is not well-written (which doesn't help). So if you have any complaints regarding my language skill I suggest you keep it to yourself , to the grave. Haha.
Well, anyway I hope you still enjoy reading it! 

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Not sure if this is going to be scary.
About two years ago, along with three friends (A, B and C. All girls) I went to an abandoned hospital famous for hauntings.

It was clear from the moment we stepped in the building that there was something very wrong with the place, since the cold air permeated inside despite it being a hot summer day. I felt goosebumps prickle my skin.

For a while we kept walking around, going up from floor to floor, until we reached the in-patient ward.
There was a nursing station on the same floor and as soon as my friend A saw it she remarked, "I just saw someone there."
That was the beginning of it all.
We began to feel scared but we had come to test our courage and none of us felt like turning back to go home yet. We decided to divide up in twos and continued with the exploration.

I paired up with A and we chose to explore around the nursing station.
And we were just messing around with the stuff there when A, looking pale and shaking, tapped me on the shoulder and said, "I saw a shadow following B just as she went in one of the rooms at the end of the corridor." And immediately after that she asked me, "did you hurt your shoulder?"

Puzzled, I looked at my right shoulder and some muddy water was smeared all over my white T-shirt.
Because it was one of my favourite T-shirts I got annoyed and answered A in a sharp tone:
 "Hey, you did this when you tapped me on the shoulder just now!"
A looked surprised and said, "what? I never tapped you on your shoulder!"

I got scared and shouted angrily at A saying, "stop pulling my leg at a time like this!"
But A answered straight-faced, "when are you talking about? I swear I never touched you."
Beginning to feel scared for real, I suggested that we call B and C, quit the game and go home.

A too seemed scared and said that even going anywhere near the room into which B and C had disappeared was out of question; and so we figured we could just call out their names from where we stood.
But no matter how many times we called we didn't get their answers back.
I was also reluctant to go near the place after what I heard from A about "the shadow" following after B. Also my right shoulder felt strangely heavy and painful.

Then A asked me, "shall we try her mobile?" And she tried calling B. A moment later we heard a ringing tone coming not from the corridor where B was supposed to be, but from the corridor opposite of it.
It caught us totally off guard and that alone was bizarre enough but to our horror the person who answered the call was a stranger, and unmistakably a man. I heard A start pleading into the phone, asking again and again to let her talk to B.

In the end A gave up with pleading and hung up. She said to me, "may be we should just go home by ourselves..." It was then that A told me about the strange man who had answered her call.

We were almost hysterical as we rushed down the stairs.
Once we were safely out of the hospital and back inside the car again, we began to feel more relaxed, and I said to A "do you think we should call C?" And this time I tried C's mobile.

Immediately I heard C's voice at the other end of the line:
"Hey where's B? She just disappeared. Are you two together? Don't tell me I'm the only one left behind! No way!"
She sounded unexpectedly cheerful and we breathed a sigh of relief. We told her to get out of the building and come over to us as soon as she could, and then we tried calling B again but there was still no answer.

We pulled our car up in front of the hospital gate and waited for C.
Sometime later C appeared, walking unsteadily on her feet.
"I looked everywhere but there's no sign of B! I tried her mobile but she wouldn't pick up. I think something is up. What shall we do?" C spoke excitedly as she came closer to the car.

We got her into the car and she told us what had happened to them in the hospital. According to C, just as the pair entered one of the rooms at the end of the corridor, B somehow started poking at C's back repeatedly, forcing her to look back over her shoulder. But when C turned around B had already disappeared. C guessed that B had lost her nerve and gone back to where A and I were.

And after receiving our call, C started looking for B on her own. She then heard a man's voice from the lavatory and being a brave girl she opened and checked every cubicle in there but could find no one.
She kept yelling B's name but got no answer and so she decided to come out, not knowing what else to do.

We were discussing about what steps we might take next, when we saw B come dashing towards the car, wailing.
It was such a relief and we opened the door to let her in but she wouldn't get in and only stood there, crying and raving.
"Just what were you thinking? All of you, ignoring me like that! Do you know how many times I called you? And you were planning to go home without me!" Having shouted thus she suddenly fell down on the spot.
We were in a total panic as we called the ambulance.

B was carried to the hospital where she died of a stroke. They said it was too late, but that seemed strange considering that she was only 26 and that she was treated immediately after she fell.
The paramedics also asked me "what happened to your shoulder?" That made me examine my right shoulder again. Then I realized that what I thought was dirty water was actually some sort of darkened blood.
And I also noticed that C' back was covered with numerous similarly bloody hand prints.

About a year after the incident C died of leukaemia, and still a half year passed before A too died in a car accident; and now I am the only one who is still alive.

I just had a stroke this May which had left me paralyzed on my right side, and I am still in the hospital for rehabilitation.
But my mind is at rest. Before I was admitted into the hospital I was nearly driven mad with fear but I feel strangely at peace now that I am actually inside the hospital.

I wonder if hospitals are protected by some unseen force. It's very strange.

I no longer have to be plagued by those nightmares I used to have when I was at home.
I am no longer tormented by the shadow I used to see when I looked in the mirror.
Now even the idea of staying in the hospital forever seems like an appealing one to me.

I feel sorry for the other three, but I think I will survive.

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Sadako's Phone Number

090-4444-4444

The story goes:
This number is known as "Sadako's Number" and when you dial it you are supposed to be able to hear some strange, creepy noise, like "bwooo."  


They say that the person who calls this number will meet some kind of accident within a week.

The number will probably only work in Japan, but you can try calling it by using Japanese country code +81.
:D

Saturday, 8 May 2010

Wednesday, 5 May 2010

Are You My Mother?

"Are you my mother?"
I was waiting at the pedestrian crossing when a man next to me suddenly spoke to me.

I was only a twenty-year-old college student at the time and I'd had no memory of ever having a child in my life. Moreover the man looked well over thirty.
Taken aback, I replied, "No. I.....I'm not someone you are looking for."

He looked really surprised when I said it. It was as if he didn't understand why I would tell him such an obvious lie. His reaction surprised me.

As soon as the traffic light turned green I quickly walked away.
I might sound rude but he looked like someone who was mentally disabled, with his large staring eyes and creased shirt, and a small yellow bag that slung across his chest.
That was my first encounter with him, and I would see him many more times over the next few years.

From then on the man would always be waiting for me at the same place where we first met and he would always ask me the same "are you my mother?" question. It was uncomfortable but he would go away as soon as I replied "no." He seemed harmless enough and I didn't feel the need to go and report to the police or do anything like that.

However when later on he started hanging around my college I had to make things clear to him. I remember telling him severely that I never wanted to see him again, and that I found him disgusting.
That seemed to have put him off and after that he didn't appear to me for a long time. Soon I graduated from the college in Tokyo and moved back to my hometown.
About a year later I got a call from a friend in Tokyo.
"Guess what happened! I saw that stalker of yours near the college and he asked me "where is my mother?" I got freaked out and just ran away."
Hearing that only made me think, "oh yeah, I remember that weird guy!" I thought it was all in the past and it had nothing to do with me anymore.
But on the Mother's Day in the following year I found one withered carnation lying at the front door of my house. Immediately I thought "it's him!"and got really scared. I told my dad about it and we decided to go to the police together. But of course the police wouldn't take us seriously. After all nothing harmful had been done. However I felt very uneasy.

Then another few months had passed and one night it was snowing heavily. I was walking along a road when a car slipped and I got caught up in a pile-up.
I got knocked out of consciousness for a moment and the next thing I knew I was sandwiched between a car and a fallen tree. I couldn't move at all and my whole body hurt, but in the confusion that followed no one was able to hear my cries for help.

A  fire started close by and I thought this was the end of me when I heard the familiar voice calling: "Mother! Motherrrrrr!" It was that guy!
Before I knew I  was crying out "I'm here! Help! I'm right here!!"
He seemed to have been involved in the accident too, since he was bloody all over. Ploughing his way through the thick snow, he came over and pulled me out. Now I saw him properly for the first time, I noticed his injuries looked worse and more painful than mine. But in spite of all this he only looked at me and smiled.
"Are you my mother?" He asked me again.
An unnameable emotion welled up inside me and I only managed to utter,".....Yes....Yes." I started crying my eyes out.
But when I wiped my tears and looked up again he was not there anymore. In just a brief moment he had disappeared.

That was the last I saw of him. I haven't laid my eyes on him for years now. I still don't know what he really was but I don't think he was a ghost or that type of thing...

Even now, whenever it snows, I find myself thinking about him - my son, whose name I will never know.

Monday, 3 May 2010

Strange Creepy Music

Just a little creepy music.

It's not a screamer so don't worry!

Friday, 30 April 2010

A Short Art Film "Confession"

An another short film by Toshiyuki Kimura (for more info about him see here)

Good stuff.

Wednesday, 28 April 2010

A Ghost Photograph

'We're gonna take ghost photos!' We announced, and boldly made a trip to a hauted place.

There were four of us ( four stupid guys) in the group and, with a digital camera and mobiles in hand, we took pictures of every suspicious-looking corner of the place.
On coming home we immediately checked all the pictures on my computer but not even one of them had captured the faintest shadow of a ghost. And we took nearly one hundred of them! lol

In desperation, I used a group photo with four of us (all stupid-looking) in it and using Photoshop, superimposed this really scary ghost face on top. A fake ghost photo, successfully produced!

I showed it to another friend, and he looked at it and said: 'you....this is for real, man.'
He then went really pale. Idiot! lol


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Saya: Did you get it? Coz I didn't the first time :)

Monday, 26 April 2010

Tarako Kewpie Orchestra

Start every morning with this beautiful Tarako Kewpie song.

Sunday, 25 April 2010

Exam

I scored 98% at the autopsy exam.

It's all thanks to my roommate.
I will tell him when I get home.


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Saya: do you get the point of this story? :)

Saturday, 24 April 2010

Meat

This is what I heard from my friend.

One day he was invited to dinner at a friend's house; that friend was into some weird religious cult.
There he was served some meat, but his host wouldn't tell him what kind of meat it was no matter what.
He wondered if it was human meat, but after he ate it he knew it wasn't human meat.



I wonder what kind of meat it really was??


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2012
I made a little alteration to the text,  to make it truer to the original text.

Friday, 8 January 2010

Tomizaki Nori


"Little Nurse's Scissors"

It seems girls and dolls are one and the same in the Japanese artist's Tomizaki Nori's mind.
He produces CG drawings of dolls dressed in Gothic Lolita fashion that seem as alive as real girls, and take pictures of real girls impersonating as dolls (below).



"Ball-Joint Type: Tomoe II"

You can see more of his works at his website: TOMIZAKI NORI under the "Galleries" section.

Tuesday, 5 January 2010

My Master Series: Episode 6 "The Kojoike Tunnel"

There were often times when my master could see something that I couldn't.

One summer my master in the Way of Occult took me on a ride through the Kojoike Tunnel around midnight.

The Kojoike Tunnel is a famous tunnel situated in K_ , a city which was right next to the one where we lived. The tunnel is known to be one of the five most famous haunted places in the area.
For some strange reason K_city had a lot of haunted places.
On the way to the tunnel my master explained to me the main attraction of the place:

"The Kojoike Tunnel is haunted for real. The telephone box in front of it is also great but inside the tunnel the thing gets in."
I have heard about that before.
"Especially it's dangerous to drive with only three people in the car. If you leave one seat empty, it gets in there."
I had a really awful feeling.
There was a stuffed doll on the passenger seat next to my master.
I lost all hope of dissuading him.
"I see. So you are going to lure it in."
The tunnel came into our sight.

I didn't see anything in the telephone box in front of the tunnel, but once inside I sensed a palpable difference in the air.
It was much darker than I had expected and I kept looking around nervously.

Just a few metres into the tunnel all my previous doubt about the rumour was gone; the ear-ringing started.
I was undecided about whether to sit on the right or left side of the seat and ended up just fidgeting uncomfortably in the middle.

I wondered whether it was going to come from the right, that is, from the direction of the opposite lane, or from the the tunnel wall on the left.
I was holding my breath when my master suddenly shouted.

"I'll kill you, you bast**d!"
I thought he was shouting at me and trembled.
"Keep your head down. Don't let him touch you."
The ear-ringing was getting intense. But I couldn't see anything unusual at all.
I quickly lowered my head but imagining that there might have been an invisible hand that had passed over my head nearly gave me a heart attack.

"Don't you run away!! If you run away I'll kill you again!"
I had seen him go berserk before but never so intense as this.
"Oi! Don't let him run away. Take pictures, quickly."
He had entrusted me with his camera for this occasion.

But- :
"Where is it?"
"Hurry up, he's by the right window."
"I can't see anything!"
"The taxi cap! Can't you see it? - Don't f**king run away! I'll kill you!"
"I can't see it!"
I heard my master click his tongue in annoyance and saw him turn back to the wheel.

Oh no..he is going to stop the car...
I felt all the blood drain from my face and I pressed the shutter button again and again like crazy.

When we came out of the tunnel I was totally shaken.
Later my master showed me the photos he had developed and all of them showed the window and tunnel lights beyond them.
My master said, a little crossly, "it was the window to my right."
When I looked at one of the pictures more closely I saw the reflection of myself holding a camera on the window; and behind me over my shoulder was a transparent shape of a terrified-looking old man wearing a taxi cap.