The Dream Man

One morning, at breakfast, my husband looked very tired. His face was pale and sweaty. When he reached out to pick up his cup of coffee, I noticed that his hand was shaking.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Did you get enough sleep last night?”

“I don’t know,” he replied, “I’m not sure if I was sleeping or if I was awake. Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that you weren’t sure if it was actually a dream?” 

He paused for a long time before continuing. 

“Last night, I had one of those dreams,” he said. “In the dream, I woke up in a cold sweat. My heart was racing and I was breathing heavily. I went to the bathroom to get a drink of water, but something didn’t feel right. I looked up and saw that the ceiling wasn’t there anymore. Instead, it was as if I was looking up out of a grave. I could see the edges of the grave above me. There were people gathered around the graveside, but I didn’t recognize any of them except for one man. He looked exactly like me. Same eyes, same nose, same face, same everything. He bent over the grave and peered down at me. A broad smile spread across his face and he said, “You’ve lived long enough. Time to let someone else live for a while.” I went back to the bedroom and lay down in bed. I can’t remember if I lay awake or fell asleep.”

The next morning, when my husband came down for breakfast, he looked even worse. His hair was disshevelled and his brow was dripping with sweat.

“I had the same dream again,” he said, his voice shaking.

He wouldn’t say anything more, but as he left for work and kissed me goodbye, I could see the fear in his eyes.

I started getting worried. My husband has always been a calm and relaxed individual. Now, it seemed as if he was turning into a nervous wreck. 

Every night, for the rest of the week, he had the same dream. Each morning, before he left for work, he would tell me about the dream. His face grew grey, his eyes became haunted and he began looking gaunt and sickly. I decided that it was time to have him see a psychologist.

However, on a Saturday morning, he woke up much later than usual and when he came down for breakfast, he looked as if the extra sleep had done him some good. He appeared to be healthy and vigorous again. 

“Did you have that dream again last night?” I asked.

He looked up at me. A broad smile spread across his face and he said, “What dream? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Baby Sister

From the diary of a young boy:

Day 1:

My mom is in the hospital because she is having a baby.

I wanted to cook something nice for her to eat.

My friend told me that cooking is for girls.

Day 2:

Today I made a soup of meat and vegetables for my mom.

It was hard work but I did it with love.

I went to the hospital and gave it to my mom.

Mommy was very happy and told me I was a good boy.

I asked if the baby could eat the soup as well.

Mom said, “Yes, when she grows up.”

I want my baby sister eat my soup.

Day 3:

My mom left the hospital with my baby sister.

Her name is Kaori and she is very pretty.

I wanted to play with Kaori but my mom wouldn’t let me.

She told me to go to my room.

I felt very sad.

Day 4:

Today my Dad arrived home from work early.

I wanted to play with him, but he was playing with Kaori.

He told me to go to my room to play.

I felt very sad.

Day 5:

Today, my grandparents came to visit.

I was very happy because my grandparents always play with me.

I asked my grandmother to read me a story, but she told me to go to my room.

My grandma and my grandpa and my mom and dad were cuddling Kaori.

They spent all their time with my baby sister.

My mom said, “Kaori is so beautiful, I just want to eat her up.”

And my daddy said, “You’re right. Me too.”

Day 6:

Today I made soup of meat and vegetables for my parents.

I cut the vegetables very well, but the meat was very hard to chop up into pieces.

After dinner, my parents went around the house calling out, “Kaori! Kaori! ”

My parents were looking everywhere for my baby sister.

Have you seen Kaori? She is so beautiful that everyone just wants to eat her up.

The Fortune Game

The Fortune Game is an ancient Japanese fortune-telling ritual. Years ago, in Japan, it was extremely popular and was called “Tsuji-ura” or Crossroads Fortune-Telling. In Europe, it was called Crossroads Divination.

To play the fortune game, you need a comb and something to cover your face. It can be played alone or with friends.

CAUTION: It was strongly advised not to play this game. Years ago, some Japanese people would commit suicide after playing Tsuji-ura because they did not like the prediction of the future that they were given.

Step 1: You take comb and go to a crossroads in the evening, after dark. 

Step 2: Sound the comb three times by drawing your finger along the teeth of the comb. Chant the following three times: “Tsuji-ura, Tsuji-ura, grant me a true response.”

Step 3: You wait for a stranger to pass by. It must be a stranger, it cannot be someone that you know. When you see the stranger approaching, cover your face with something. A book, a newspaper or a bag will do. If there are other people with you, they must cover their faces too.

Step 4: Ask the stranger to tell you your fortune. If the stranger doesn’t answer or refuses to tell you, then you have to wait for another stranger to pass by.

In Europe, they believed that the ghosts of the dead walked along roads at night. They also believed that the devil could be found at the crossroads at night disguised in human form. So when they played Crossroads Divination, they were asking for their fortune to be told by a ghost or the devil.

You never know… that stranger who is telling your fortune could be a ghostly wanderer or even satan himself.

Interesting fact: The game of Tsuji-ura became so popular that the Japanese produced little crackers with fortunes inside, written on paper. These cakes were called “Tsuji-ura Senbai”, which means “Crossroads Fortune-Telling Crackers”. Years later, in America, after the war, Chinese restaurants adopted these Japanese crackers and named them Fortune Cookies. So when you eat a fortune cookie in a Chinese restaurant, it comes directly from this old Japanese fortune-telling ritual.

Note: Another reason it wasn’t recommended to play this game is that standing at a crossroads, in the dark, talking to strangers is an excellent way to get mugged or kidnapped or both.

The Children Upstairs

A man was injured in a car accident and had to stay at home for a few weeks until he recovered. His wife was working and can’t take care of him. It was too painful for him to go outside, so he had to spend most of his time in the apartment. For the first couple of days, it was easy. He had a lot of things to do. But after a few days had passed, he became very bored.

One day, he was watching TV when he happened to hear footsteps and children’s voices coming from the apartment above him. He wondered why the children were home, because the schools were not on holidays yet. The next day, he heard the same footsteps and children’s voices. It sounded like there were two children playing.

The next day, the man grew even more bored and doesn’t feel like cooking lunch for himself. Instead, he ordered a pizza delivery. As it turned out, he ordered too much and when he finished eating, there was still one whole pizza lying untouched on the kitchen table. He remembered that there were some children living in the apartment above him, so he decided that they may like a free pizza. upstairs and, willing to do something kind, he decided to take the pizza to them.

The man had never met the family who lived in the upstairs apartment, but he rang the doorbell anyway. There was no answer, even though he heard someone moving about inside. He rang the bell again and noticed that someone was peering at him through the peephole.

“Who is it?” called a faint woman’s voice from behind the door.

The man explained that he lived in the apartment below and had some leftover pizza left from lunch and wondered if the family wanted it. The door opened slightly and the man could see part of the woman’s face through the gap. He noticed that it looked unusually dark inside the apartment.

“Thanks, but we don’t want any,” said the woman coldly.

“Maybe your children would like it,” replied the man.

As soon as he said this, two children’s faces lined up below the woman’s face. The door was open still just a crack. The children stared at him. The three faces were forming a line.

“Okay, give it to me then,” said the woman. A hand reached out through the gap and snatched the pizza box.

The man just stood there. The three faces were still staring at him. Then the door slammed shut and he walked away. Something was bothering him. He felt a chill run down his spine.

The image of the three faces was burned into his mind.

He walked faster and reached the elevator.

The faces were forming a line, he thought to himself.

He pressed the button and waited for the elevator to arrive.

Forming a line, vertically. One on top of the other.

He pressed the button again and again, but the lift still did not come.

Something was seriously wrong. The faces…

He began quickly walking down the stairs.

Faces lined up, on top of each other….that’s impossible.

He frantically ran down the stairs.

No bodies.

Finally, he reached his apartment door.

Just hands holding up the heads.

Safely inside his apartment, the man picked up the phone and called the police. He tried to explain what he had seen. When the police arrived, the searched the apartment upstairs and found the bodies of the woman and her two children lying in the bathtub.

Their heads were missing.

They had been decapitated with a saw.

According to the autopsy, they had been dead for three days.

The police found the woman’s husband hiding in a wardrobe. His hands were covered in blood and he had gone completely insane. He kept trying to convince the police officers that his wife and kids were still alive.

They found an uneaten pizza sitting on the kitchen table.

Kashima Reiko

Kashima Reiko is a Japanese urban legend about the ghost of a woman with no legs who haunts school bathrooms.

WARNING: They say that after you hear the story of Kashima Reiko, she will appear to you within a month. If you don’t want to see her, don’t read this.

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Piggyback

There was a married couple who had one young son. Even before their son was born, the couple’s marriage was on shaky ground. As the years went by, the mother and father fought all the time. Their arguments became more frequent and they talked about getting a divorce.

In the end, they stayed together for the sake of their son, but the arguments continued and the fights became more and more violent. By the time their son was 5 years old, the couple had grown to hate each other. 

One night, after they had put the boy to bed, the mother and father got into an enormous argument. The father flew into an insane rage and murdered his wife.

When he came to his senses and realized what he had done, he set about disposing of the body. He dragged his wife’s corpse into the garage and put her in the boot of his car. Then, he drove out to the mountains. Under cover of darkness, he slung her dead body over his shoulders and carried her out to a marshy swamp nearby. He dragged her out into the foul-smelling muck and watched as her corpse sank into the murky depths.

As dawn was beginning to break, he returned home to clean up take a shower. No matter how much he scrubbed and scrubbed, he can’t seem to get rid of the sickening smell of the swamp.

He slept for a few hours and when he awoke, he started to think about what he would do if his son asked where the mother was. He decided to tell the boy that his wife had gone to stay with her sister for a while. However, when his young son got up for breakfast, he never mentioned his mother at all. He just stared at his father and said nothing.

The man could still smell the odor of the muck from the swamp where he had buried his wife. He took an air freshener and began spraying it around the house, hoping to mask the unpleasant scent. It made him feel sick.

A few hours passed and the little boy was watching TV in the living room. The father began to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Every time he went into the living room, he noticed that his son was staring at him with a curious look on his face. It made the father feel nervous and paranoid. 

His mind was racing. Perhaps the boy knew what had happened, he thought. Maybe the boy had overheard him murdering his mother. If his son knew what he had done, perhaps he would have to kill him as well.

The father walked into the room, where his son was still watching TV.

“Is there something you want to ask me?” he said.

The boy thought for a few seconds and then replied, “Yeah…”

“Is it about your mother?” asked the father.

“Yeah…” said the boy.

“I suppose you’re wondering where your mother is,” said the father.

“No”, said the boy. “I’m wondering why Mommy’s face is so pale and why you’ve been giving her a piggyback all day.”

Kisaragi Station

In 2004, a 2ch user called Hasumi posted in the middle of a thread entitled “Post About Strange Occurrences Around You: Thread 26.” 

Below the cut is the 2ch log of the incident:

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THE LEGMONGER  (Japanese Urban Legend)

One afternoon, a boy walking home from school was approached by an old woman.
“Do you want a leg? Do you want a leeeg?”
The boy tried to ignore her but she wouldn’t go away.
“Do want a leeg? Do you want a leeeg?”
She asked him, over and over again.
“I don’t want a leg!” The boy rebuffed her harshly.

A horrible scream rang out in the darkening street.

People who rushed to the scene got the shock of their lives.
On the street lay a boy who got his leg torn off.

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There is no escape from the Legmonger.
If you say no to the monster, you will lose your leg like the boy above; but say yes to her and she will put the third leg on you, whether you like it or not. 

There is only one answer that would get you safely out of the situation:
Tell her, “I don’t want your service, but I suggest you go and ask___(someone’s name)”
She would do as you say and go to the other person, but make sure you say the name of someone you don’t like…..(he he he)

(Source: sayainunderworld.blogspot.com)

THE NEWS BULLETIN (Japanese Urban Legend)

About ten years ago, I turned on the TV around 2:30 am. Sure enough, all I saw on the screen were color bars and there was no sign of anything coming up soon.

I was about to give up and go to bed when suddenly the color bars disappeared from the screen, and some place that looked like a dumping ground appeared instead.

Together with the image, the words “NNN The News Bulletin” popped up at the top. For a while the screen continued to show the same dumping ground, viewed from a distance.

I carried on watching it, wondering what it was. Soon, a lot of names started appearing, moving slowly up from the bottom of the screen, like end credits of a movie; and a monotonous voice read out these names one by one.

So it went on for the next five minutes or so, against a quiet, gloomy music in the background.

Finally, when all the names had been said, the voice announced; “They are tomorrow’s victims. Good night.”

Ever since then, I’m too scared to watch anything on TV past midnight.

And no one has ever believed my story either.

(Source: sayainunderworld.blogspot.com)

The Red Room

Late one night, a taxi driver picked up a girl. When he asked her where she was going she replied she was going home.

“Please go straight down this road,” “Turn right there,” she instructed him as he drove on. During the journey, the driver sometimes gave furtive glances at her through the rear view mirror; the girl had beautiful shiny hair and seemed pretty, although he couldn’t see her face clearly because she sat with downcast eyes. He also found her quiet and demure manner attractive.

Before long, they reached a lonely and deserted hillside. The girl said, “You will see a house straight ahead.” And sure enough, a small old cottage emerged from the darkness. The girl got off, and the driver stayed and watched her go into the house. It was odd that a young girl like her should live in such a lonely, old place, seemingly all on her own. He was intrigued and instead of leaving straight away, got out of the car too and crept up to the house, feeling an urge to know more about her and see her face properly. He felt he was behaving improperly but could not help himself.

When he got close, he saw all the curtains were drawn and there was no way to see inside.

He circled around the house a few times but there was no attempt from inside to lift the curtains. He thought if he stayed any longer the girl might notice him, so he nearly gave up and left when the front door caught his eyes. The door had a large keyhole, which looked as though it would work just as fine as a peephole.

He looked through the keyhole… but much to his dismay, all he could see was the color red and there was no sign of either the girl or any kind of furniture in the room. No matter how long he kept at it, the scenery remained the same.

He gave up looking… but still could not forget about the girl, so he stopped by the small restaurant he’d seen on the way to her house, thinking he could make a few inquiries about her there while having a meal at the same time.

He told the restaurant owner what had happened, even revealing (although he was terribly embarrassed) that he had a peek through the keyhole.

“I looked through the keyhole, but all I could see was something red… I know it wasn’t a proper thing to do.”

The owner, hearing that, looked at him strangely and told him:
“You know that girl… she has some sort of disease and her eyes are both crimson red.”

UBA YO-SARE (Japanese Urban Legend)

A man woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. He got up and groped his way to the door in the dark. He was about to open it when someone knocked it three times from the other side. This was strange, since he lived alone in the house. He thought he must have a friend staying over without remembering it, as such things often happened after a night of drunken revelry. He therefore opened it without much concern.

But instead of a familiar face of his friend, he saw a strange old woman dressed in kimono, with a bent back and downcast eyes, standing still in the doorway. Her face was unusually pale.

And the old woman, without words, took him away to some faraway place, and the man was never seen again.

If you have read this story, you may have a visit from the same old woman within three days. If you hear the knocks three times in the middle of the night before you open a door, do not open it immediately, but chant the word “Uba-Yo-Sare” three times. This will make the malicious old woman go away. If you don’t follow the instruction, well….. you know what happens.

(Source: sayainunderworld.blogspot.com)

DON’T LOOK BEHIND YOU

In the town where I lived, there was an abandoned apartment with two-floors. It had broken windows and dirty, crumbling walls, so no locals would ever go near it.

One day, me and my friend decided to explore the place. It was still early in the afternoon and there was a lot of light, so we ventured to the second floor.

And there on one of the doors we found some graffiti.

We went closer to have a look and found some words that said: “I am in the room ahead.”

We decided to go through the door.

We walked until we reached a fork and on the wall it said: “I am on the left.”

We were getting slightly scared but decided to turn left.

Then we came to the place where there were rooms on both sides of us.
And on the wall it said, “My head is on the left and my body is on the right.”

My friend, as soon as he saw it, lost nerve and ran away. But I decided to stay and, mustering all my courage, walked through the door on the right. I walked to the farthest wall in the room and on the wall it said: “My body is underneath.” I looked down and on the floor it said: “My head is coming here from the room on the left. Don’t look behind you.”

Quickly I flung myself through the window and ran away.

Since then I have never been near the place.

(Source: sayainunderworld.blogspot.com)

(Source: sayainunderworld.blogspot.com)

The Well

One day I killed my little sister because she annoyed me.
I threw her body down the well.
The next day when I checked the well, the body had disappeared.

Five years later I killed my friend after a row.
I threw his body down the well.
The next day when I checked the well, the body had disappeared.

Ten years later, I killed a woman I got pregnant in a drunken daze.
I threw her body down the well.
The next day when I checked the well, the body had disappeared.

Fifteen years later I killed a boss I hated.
I threw his body down the well.
The next day when I checked the well, the body had disappeared.

Twenty years later I killed my mother because she had become bedridden and I didn’t want to look after her.
I threw her body down the well.
The next day when I checked the well, the body had not disappeared.
And the body remained there for days - days and days and days.

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Why do you think the body didn’t disappear at the end?