Everyone in the neighborhood presumed that the house sitting on the corner of the cul-de-sac had always been haunted. So, even in the middle of a sunny day, people avoided it... After an hour in the church, anyone who passes by the house will stop for a moment to condemn it...
The house had its fair share of dwellers since it had a friendly, breathable atmosphere. It was a two-story building which could accommodate a family of four. It had cream-colored walls and a lush, peach rooftop. It had windows to its front and sides which provided it with an unimpeachable amount of sunlight. But even if the house seemed fit for living, no family had stayed in it for long. After a month or two, they would move away, silencing themselves of the frights they had experienced in the house. And once they were gone, nobody would hear a word from them -- not even their close neighbors.
Time flew by too briskly and the house gained a new occupant -- a boy no older than 17. He was preparing himself for college and he needed a place to stay since the campus he was attending was miles away from his original home. He knew he would miss his family, but he had also wanted to live alone since as long as he could remember.
Moving into the house was an easy task for him.
Eventually, the house had developed an eerie aura and with every night he slept in it, the more the aura grew. It enveloped him to the extent that he was frightened of prolonged silence in the house. His love for music helped him drown the quietness. When he washed the dishes after a scrumptious dinner, he would open his laptop and turn the volume to the maximum. Then, in the stillness of the night, he'd play a song.
There was a time when he put his favorite song on replay to prevent his imagination from playing with his head. He left his cursor on the minimize button again -- a mannerism which had never left him ever since he got the laptop. With that done, he went off to wash the dishes as slowly as he could while humming enthusiastically to the song.
The song was on its third replay when it suddenly stopped playing. He glanced over to check if his laptop had ran out of batteries. Surprisingly, it was still on, with a lot of battery life to go.
With foam surrounding his hands, he huddled over to his laptop to see what the real problem was. He gasped in surprise. There was water on the track pad, and the cursor had gone to the bottom of the screen. It was more than mere evidence that someone else had laid his hands on the laptop.
The next day, he welcomed a bunch of children who played along the pavements into his home. He thought he could use a good company. One of the kids lived right next door. At eight years, he was unique in so many ways -- he was more mature than the other children plus his curiosity was unfathomable... He was always asking questions.
The little boy sat hurriedly sat on the couch, knowing he was allowed to do so. Across the couch was an antique mirror and upon seeing his reflection, the boy's attention was completely consumed by what he saw. He peered into the glass for a moment, and brushed his eyes. Sitting next to him was an unknown playmate -- a kid no older than six.
The little boy rubbed his eyes once more, and continued to stare. The child sitting next to him was focused on the ground. The rest f his face was buried into his arms which, in turn, were wrapped around his knees as he coiled into a ball. His clothes were stained red and his fingernails had been broken off. Then as silently as he could, he began to move back and forth... back and forth... back and forth.
The little boy stared in wonder.
Back and forth the child went.
Then the child looked at him with blank eyes. Part of his face was torn off, revealing nothing but rotten insides which were already crawling with worms.
The little boy screamed and ran out of the house. His playmates followed suit but they didn't continue playing. Instead, they scrambled back to their homes.
The next day, the little boy was seen sitting on the porch of his own house. No other child played with him. He wasn't in the mood for playing either. As the sun began to set and the clouds turned gray, he wrapped his arms around his knees and began rowing himself back and forth.
Showing posts with label Ghost story. Show all posts
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Last Attempt
Rin and her brother, Ikuto, had spent almost 24 years together in an apartment in San Diego before heading back to Japan, a place where ghost stories were not uncommon. Seeing their chance, they began to write about fictional encounters with the paranormal. They had always wanted to see a ghost, but since the day they were born, the dead have neither communicated with them nor made their presence known.
They had traveled from Hokkaido to Chiba, staying at centennial inns that have withstood aging or camping in a forest where many apparitions have been sighted. They seek ghosts everywhere but they can't seem to catch a single one and it was either because the dead hated them or that they have a really flawed sixth sense. But their luck was strong and even if the day was disappointing for the siblings, they still ended up writing a really good book.
Some of their books have been serialized as mangas [Comic books] while the rest seemed too marvelous for movies that producers are having a hard time making a good script out of one without ruining it's intricate plot. The siblings were pretty much satisfied with their lives, going as far as maintaining an almost-incestuous relationship with each other.
Rin stared at a wine glass which gleamed yellow against the light as her brother entered the living room with two bottles of vodka in his hands. They had successfully finished a book that entailed another one of their midnight trips. This one was quite different from the rest considering that they had chosen a very fitting place for an escapade -- Aoyama Reien, one of Tokyo's largest cemeteries. A proof-reader claimed their manuscript earlier, and by tomorrow, there was a high chance of seeing the book's name on the best-seller's list.
Rin had finished pouring the wine in her glass just as Ikuto began drinking his portion.
"We stayed in Aoyama Reien for 25 hours and saw nothing. Not even a mosquito," Rin muttered using flawless English.
"Either way, the proof-reader was impressed," Ikuto retorted in the same language."She kept ranting about what a privilege it was to be working for us two. It was--"
"Mendokusai," Rin spat the word out to finish her brother's sentence. "Bothersome. That woman wastes most of her time talking. She's probably drooling over the manuscript right now."
Ikuto didn't continue the discussion. He was silent for a moment, as if he was trying to discern something. His eyes moved from one side of the room to the other, like an eagle waiting for its prey.
"I thought I heard someone whispering in my ear," He said in Japanese.
"Must've been your imagination," Rin remarked, standing up groggily with a glass in her hand. "You're almost drunk."
Ikuto shook his head. "No, Rin. It was too real. It sounded like--"
At that instant, an eerie reverberation erupted from the door to the left. It was followed by an ear-screeching bang and a few scratches -- as if someone was clawing at the door. Ikuto, being sensitive to and angered by the noise, stood up and dragged himself across the room to relieve himself.
He swung the door open, readying his throat for the profanities that would flow through it once he caught sight of the person causing the racket. He stopped dead, looking down on the floor.
The outside of their apartment was flooded with blood, and in front of Ikuto was the mercilessly-twisted body of their proof-reader. The woman's face was recognizable beneath the blood, but the rest of her was not. Her wrists were broken. Her spine was bent in the most inhumane way. The lower part of her legs were nearly torn off her knees and her neck... Her neck had been completely skinned off, revealing nothing but red bones. Her eyes were focused on him, as if he was the person who had put her in that state.
Ikuto turned around, only to find a girl no older than 13 feeding off Rin's limbs. His sister was already gone. Her eyes were open, but her pupils had rolled behind her eyelids, showing nothing but white. He held his breathe, fearing what it felt like to be dead.
It was then the little girl took notice of him and she smiled, flesh and blood hanging off her lips. Then slowly, she walked towards him -- hands flexing with hunger and excitement. Ikuto's mind darted back to Aoyama cemetery... to the tombstone that he had demolished in an attempt to anger the spirit of whoever it belonged to...
He tried to remember the name that was neatly etched on the stone... but he couldn't.
They had traveled from Hokkaido to Chiba, staying at centennial inns that have withstood aging or camping in a forest where many apparitions have been sighted. They seek ghosts everywhere but they can't seem to catch a single one and it was either because the dead hated them or that they have a really flawed sixth sense. But their luck was strong and even if the day was disappointing for the siblings, they still ended up writing a really good book.
Some of their books have been serialized as mangas [Comic books] while the rest seemed too marvelous for movies that producers are having a hard time making a good script out of one without ruining it's intricate plot. The siblings were pretty much satisfied with their lives, going as far as maintaining an almost-incestuous relationship with each other.
Rin stared at a wine glass which gleamed yellow against the light as her brother entered the living room with two bottles of vodka in his hands. They had successfully finished a book that entailed another one of their midnight trips. This one was quite different from the rest considering that they had chosen a very fitting place for an escapade -- Aoyama Reien, one of Tokyo's largest cemeteries. A proof-reader claimed their manuscript earlier, and by tomorrow, there was a high chance of seeing the book's name on the best-seller's list.
Rin had finished pouring the wine in her glass just as Ikuto began drinking his portion.
"We stayed in Aoyama Reien for 25 hours and saw nothing. Not even a mosquito," Rin muttered using flawless English.
"Either way, the proof-reader was impressed," Ikuto retorted in the same language."She kept ranting about what a privilege it was to be working for us two. It was--"
"Mendokusai," Rin spat the word out to finish her brother's sentence. "Bothersome. That woman wastes most of her time talking. She's probably drooling over the manuscript right now."
Ikuto didn't continue the discussion. He was silent for a moment, as if he was trying to discern something. His eyes moved from one side of the room to the other, like an eagle waiting for its prey.
"I thought I heard someone whispering in my ear," He said in Japanese.
"Must've been your imagination," Rin remarked, standing up groggily with a glass in her hand. "You're almost drunk."
Ikuto shook his head. "No, Rin. It was too real. It sounded like--"
At that instant, an eerie reverberation erupted from the door to the left. It was followed by an ear-screeching bang and a few scratches -- as if someone was clawing at the door. Ikuto, being sensitive to and angered by the noise, stood up and dragged himself across the room to relieve himself.
He swung the door open, readying his throat for the profanities that would flow through it once he caught sight of the person causing the racket. He stopped dead, looking down on the floor.
The outside of their apartment was flooded with blood, and in front of Ikuto was the mercilessly-twisted body of their proof-reader. The woman's face was recognizable beneath the blood, but the rest of her was not. Her wrists were broken. Her spine was bent in the most inhumane way. The lower part of her legs were nearly torn off her knees and her neck... Her neck had been completely skinned off, revealing nothing but red bones. Her eyes were focused on him, as if he was the person who had put her in that state.
Ikuto turned around, only to find a girl no older than 13 feeding off Rin's limbs. His sister was already gone. Her eyes were open, but her pupils had rolled behind her eyelids, showing nothing but white. He held his breathe, fearing what it felt like to be dead.
It was then the little girl took notice of him and she smiled, flesh and blood hanging off her lips. Then slowly, she walked towards him -- hands flexing with hunger and excitement. Ikuto's mind darted back to Aoyama cemetery... to the tombstone that he had demolished in an attempt to anger the spirit of whoever it belonged to...
He tried to remember the name that was neatly etched on the stone... but he couldn't.
The Message
Dear stranger,
This may come as a surprise to you, but once you've started reading this letter, you are not permitted to stop. To make your situation less enigmatic, please be sure that you are the only one within the area who has chanced upon this message. You must now bear with the fact that what you have in front of you is a string of confidential information.
As the case may be, you are also not allowed to spread the information contained in this message unless you've abided by the rules and read its contents on your own.
On June 21, 1981, a hospital which was rumored to be erected on a place near your vicinity was burnt to the ground. Unfortunately, this "hospital" had been a host to over ninety patients, all of which have been announced dead after the said event. To make matters worse, the incident was claimed to be the product of a mysterious accident, when in fact, everything happened on purpose.
Most of the patients' bodies where decapitated, indicating that somebody had broken into the hospital. Other investigators had assumed that an employee of the hospital had caused the tragedy. We promised to give the public an alternative news about what happened since the case was far too disturbing.
Sorry if this is too much for you to take, but please acknowledge that the suspect is still on the loose.
Pass this message on or your ignorance would lead to great consequences.
Patient of Room 31.
This may come as a surprise to you, but once you've started reading this letter, you are not permitted to stop. To make your situation less enigmatic, please be sure that you are the only one within the area who has chanced upon this message. You must now bear with the fact that what you have in front of you is a string of confidential information.
As the case may be, you are also not allowed to spread the information contained in this message unless you've abided by the rules and read its contents on your own.
On June 21, 1981, a hospital which was rumored to be erected on a place near your vicinity was burnt to the ground. Unfortunately, this "hospital" had been a host to over ninety patients, all of which have been announced dead after the said event. To make matters worse, the incident was claimed to be the product of a mysterious accident, when in fact, everything happened on purpose.
Most of the patients' bodies where decapitated, indicating that somebody had broken into the hospital. Other investigators had assumed that an employee of the hospital had caused the tragedy. We promised to give the public an alternative news about what happened since the case was far too disturbing.
Sorry if this is too much for you to take, but please acknowledge that the suspect is still on the loose.
Pass this message on or your ignorance would lead to great consequences.
Patient of Room 31.
