#japanese urban legends

[horrorblogafterhours]

So tonight we're gonna talk about Japanese urban legends.

Let's get started with

Kuchisake-onna (Slit-Mouthed Woman).

If you are unlucky enough to meet Kuchisake-onna during a solitary stroll, she will ask you if you think she is beautiful. As with Aka Manto, consider your answer like your life depends on it (since it does). If you say no, she will immediately murder you with her scissors. If you say yes, she will remove her face covering to reveal a gaping mouth that has been slit from ear to ear in a haunting smile. Then, she will ask again: say 'no' and you die, but stick with 'yes' and she will slit your mouth like hers. The only way to escape Kuchisake-onna, is to tell her that she looks average

Teke Teke

Teke Teke is said to be the ghost of a woman or schoolgirl who fell on a railway line and was cut in half by an oncoming train. The vengeful spirit—outraged by her untimely death—now haunts urban areas and train stations at night. Since she no longer has legs, she drags herself on her hands and elbows, which produces a chilling “teke-teke” sound. Should you encounter Teke Teke, run! If the malicious spirit catches you, she will slice you in half with a scythe. Although she lacks legs, she is extremely fast, and has been known to keep up with cars. In some renditions of the story, she will ask you where her legs are, in which case you must reply “Meishin Expressway” in order to survive. In less hopeful iterations, your only chance of survival is to outrun her, which is completely impossible.

The Red Room Curse

For those reading these tales on your computer, this story is for you. The Red Room Curse is an internet-focused story that starts with an ominous pop-up. The pop-up features a red screen with black text that reads, “Do you like the red room?,” which is accompanied by a sinister pre-recorded voice asking the same question. No matter how many times you close the pop-up, it will continue to appear until the voice has finished its question. Afterward, your entire screen will turn red and become flooded with past victims’ names. No one knows what happens next, but the receivers of the pop-up are always found dead with their blood painting the walls red, creating the titular red room. Once you receive the pop-up, it is impossible to escape your fate

Momotarō – Arguably the most famous Japanese folktale, this is the quirky story of a boy born from a peach who was discovered by an old childless couple when they split the soft fruit open. Momotaro jumped out and was raised by the couple

Howling Inunaki Tunnel-The true mystery of Inunaki Village is whether or not it ever existed. Rumors of it have persisted in Japan and online since the 1990s. Supposedly located deep in the Inunaki countryside of Kyushu’s Fukuoka Prefecture, this abandoned village is said to only be accessible through Inunaki Tunnel. The stories say that all who enter the village are doomed to a violent death. These myths and tales also seem to mention that there is some sort of “official” sign stating, “The Japanese constitution is not in effect past here,” meaning all who enter are on their own to face the real or supernatural horrors that await.

Aka Manto- Aka Manto (red cloak) meets victims when they are most vulnerable: on the toilet. He wears a white mask and a long red cape. There are many variations to the legend. He holds red and blue toilet paper in some stories, but he’s only in his cape in others. However, he always asks the victim to choose a color: red or blue? Like Japan’s slit-faced woman asking, “Am I pretty?” it doesn’t matter what you answer because Aka Manto kills you regardless—choosing red rewards you with a stabbing, spilling your blood all over the stall. If you answer blue, Aka Manto either suffocates you or sucks out your blood, leaving you blue-faced and dead on the floor. So your best bet is to either ignore the fiend or run away.

Ok I think that's all for now. Hope you will all enjoy this.

#horrorblog78 #horrorblogafterhours #urban legends #Japanese urban legends

[kanonbreakerz]

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#sims 4 #sims 4 cc #ts4 #ts4 cc #sims4 #ts4cc #hasshaku-sama #eight feet tall #hachishakusama #japanese urban legends

[shrinrei-shashin]

The many curses, ghost stories and urban legends of Yukiko Okada

On april 8, 1986, 18 year old idol Yukiko Okada shocked the nation when she commited suicide at the height of her fame and popularity by jumping off the Sun Music building in Tokyo, Japan. The reason or reasons for her suicide are unclear, ranging from loneliness, stress, immense pressure and overwork, mental and physical health problems, a forbidden love affair and an illict pregnancy, with the most accepted theory being her unrequited love for actor Tōru Minegishi, who had rejected her. Notes were also discovered later which ended with “I wanted to see him again” and “My heart has nowhere else to go”

Whatever the case, Yukiko’s suicide caused an uproar in japanese society. Graphic scoop photographs were quickly taken of her dead body, brains strewn across the concrete, and printed in newspapers and magazines. A string of copy-cat suicides by jumping off of buildings were reported to such an extent that the term “Yukiko syndrome” or “Yukko-syndrome” was coined for the phenomenon

Yukiko’s sudden and tragic death made a massive impression on the people of Japan, and soon rumors began to spread that Yukiko’s spirit was not quite at peace...

On June 18, 1986, the Fuji TV station was flooded with telephone calls from shocked viewers who claimed they had seen Yukiko’s ghost during Akina Nakamori’s performance of “Gypsy Queen” on Yoru no Hit Studio.

Sightings of her ghost included Yukiko in a yellow dress sitting and clapping amond the audience (actually guest Yoko Nagayama), Yukiko’s upper body emerging in one of the nearby light poles (actually just shadows and light reflections), her bloodied face showing up to the left of musician Demon Kogure (in actuality blurred red roses placed on the staircase). While others say her spirit could only be seen on the live broadcast and not in the recorded video

Rumors started to spread that Yukiko’s spirit had perhaps been summoned due to the song “Gypsy Queen”, a song it was said Yukiko was originally supposed to sing but was later handed over to Akina Nakamori, who was also said to have been a rival of hers in the industry. To add insult to injury, it was alleged the song was recorded on April 8, the day Yukiko died.

The lyrics of “Gypsy Queen” does bear some eerie parallels to Yukiko’s fate:

1.   The two of us ended on page one hundred and twenty-five

 Yukiko Okada jumped off at 12:05 on April 8

2.  Halfway through our red-hot love 

 The cause of Yukiko Okada's suicide is said to be over her unhappy love for actor Toru Minegishi 

 3.  Grieving to the heavy sky casting a wine red tint on everything

Yukiko Okada commited suicide by jumping down from the 7th floor of a building (flying into the sky) and dyed the ground with (wine red) blood

4.  Sighs spill out onto my asphalt bed.

This one speaks for itself.

When Akina Nakamori three years later also attempted suicide, fortunately without success, rumors swirled that this was also the work of Yukiko Okada's angry spirit. 

Although it is worth noting that Akina on the contrary were on friendly terms with Yukiko, and even burst into tears when she heard the news of of her death death. This didn’t put a stopper to the ghost stories though, this time it was speculated Yukiko’s spirit saved her life instead 

Soon more legends about the restless spirit of Yukiko Okada appearing on programs such as "Pacific Saury no Manma" (where her ghost allegedly could be seen choking fellow idol and rival Seiko Matsuda) and "The Best Ten" quickly started to spread as well.

Another urban legend that quickly began to roam the nation, was that of the mysterious death of the man who photographed Yukiko’s dead body on the scene. It was said that the photographer even kicked her body unto her back for an even more graphic photo (this photograph is now said to be locked up along with other top secret documents in the Hochi Shimbum vault) Just one year later, the photographer died in a mysterious sauna or car accident, and people began to speak of the curse of Yukiko Okada.

This urban legend would eventually overlap with the now infamous “cursed Kleenex commercial”, which it was said this same man worked on, to the misfortune of it’s cast and crew who all allegedly went mad or died mysterious deaths (as well as anyone unfortunate or brave enough to watch it)

However, it did eventually turn out that the camera man who died in the accident and the man who photographed Yukiko’s body were two different people and the photographer is still alive and kicking to this day. That and the commercial was filmed in 1985, one year before Yukiko’s death.

The number 4 is in Japan associated with bad luck and death. Yukiko Okada is famous for being intwined with this particular number. For example, her debut was in April, she committed suicide in April, she moved out of her production dormitory on April 4, and her new condominium room was Room 402. Most notably, a photo of Yukiko was taken of her at the premiere of Rocky 4. The truly ominous part is that is was taken the evening before her death.

A spirit photograph, or psychic photograph, showing a young woman with what appears to be a giant, floating red eye to her right is said to depict Yukiko Okada the day before her death. What appears to be a giant red eye speculated to be the God of Death, ominously hoveri by her, waiting for the fatal hour it will take her soul to the spirit world. The photo turned out to actually be from a book collection of psychic photography from 1985, a whole year before Yukiko Okada killed herself.

Other sensational urban legends about Yukiko abound, like how singer and actress Erika Sawajiri is Yukiko Okada reincarnated as she was born April 8, the same day Yukiko committed suicide, as well as for her supposed love for older men, how Yukiko’s fans scooped up her brains and took them home and even ate them, how in Seiko Matsuda’s 1986 album "The Tears of the Puppet", you can hear the voice of Yukiko saying "thank you", perhaps Yukiko thanking Seiko for writing songs for her, how if you set a picture of Yukiko as your phone background you can hear her cry through the reciever, how according to a psychic a female ghost, speculated to be Yukiko, “very beautiful during her lifetime, and she was pregnant when she died, and she was very angry" haunts singer Minami Takahashi who was also born April 8, and how the japanese tv guide magazine “The Television” always poses their front page artists with a lemon as a protective charm against Yukiko’s ghost and curse.

To be honest, the whole concept of Yukiko Okada’s ghost / curse brings up mixed emotions in me. On one hand the idea of the restless, angry spirit of a beautiful girl who died tragically definitely captures one’s imagination, and it is an interesting reflection on society’s enduring fascination with celebrity, youth, tragedy, death and the paranormal, all in one package. On the other hand, the fact that the tragic death of this unhappy girl was turned into such sensational stories can be considered disrespectful, even expoitative in a way, to the memory of this talented, hardworking girl.

Akina Nakamori herself probably put it best with her response to the uproar; "Yukiko-chan is a lovely girl with a kind heart. I don't think she is like that."

Whatever your views are on the matter, what can not be denied is the massive impact Yukiko Okada’s tragic end had on Japanese society, an impact that can still be felt to this day, ghost or no ghost.

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[ultraviolet-anglerfish]

Have I shown off this book about modern yokai yet?

I just think it's neat.

#yokai #inspiration #angler thoughts #japanese urban legends

[justabitsp00ky]

Do You Like the Red Room?

The Red Room Curse is a Japanese urban legend that existed in the much earlier days of the internet. Supposedly while scrolling on the internet, a red pop up with black text would appear on the user's computer screen that asked "Do you like —?" When the victim would try to close it, it would open itself back up, asking "Do you like the red room?" The screen will then turn red, (or black, depending on the variation of the story), and will have a list of names of the other victim's of the Red Room. The user will then feel a strange presence in their room, and are either killed or driven to suicide, with their blood painting the walls of the room, hence why it's called the Red Room Curse.

The pop up did exist at one point, however without the curse, of course. It was made in Adobe Flash and was uploaded to Geocities, along with a story about how a boy was afflicted with the curse and died after seeing the animation. It's likely that's where the urban legend of the curse started.

I do enjoy internet urban legends in particular, as a person who grew up with unsupervised access to the internet as a kid. I think that kind of experience makes them resonate with me a bit more than other urban legends. I do think it's also interesting that this one in particular was all caused by a simple flash animation with an attached story to it. It almost reminds me of username666, and how that stuck with us so effectively thanks to the video that caused the legends of that "user".

#japanese creepypasta #japanese urban legends #japanese #the red room curse #internet urban legends

[naoisewaoise]

Yuki Onna as your friend!

Meeting her was probably not an easy encounter! you’re lucky to be alive after it & that she considers you a friend

She’s extremely protective! Someone is rude to you? they’ve “mysteriously disappeared in a blizzard”

She prefers the cold so make sure to turn your heating down if she’s in your home

She’s not very good at keeping up with plans! it’s best to just let her come and go when she wants.

she likes the quiet and prefers to blend in so staying inside and reading/ calm activities!

She had very nice hair and if you’re close enough, she might let you do it (but of course ask first.)

#japanese urban legends #urban legends #yuki onna #creepypasta #lgbtq #gay #genderfluid

[veronika-the-catfaced-vampire]

Jeff The Killer but he's literally the guy version of Kuchisake Onna (Slitmouth Woman)

A.K.A

Kuchisake Otoko (Slitmouth Man)

#creepypasta #creepypasta fanart #jeff the killer #jeffery woods #urban legends #jeff the killer fanart #japanese urban legends

[cypaira-the-skeleton]

Raven in...

Japanese Urban legend: Kuchisake-onna ("Slit-Mouthed Woman")

Info from wiki: " Kuchisake-onna (口裂け女, "Slit-Mouthed Woman") is a malevolent figure in Japanese urban legends and folklore. Described as the malicious spirit, or onryō, of a woman, she partially covers her face with a mask or other item and carries a pair of scissors."

I know it's not from a movie or anything but I thought creepy urban legends would fit the Halloween theme. This time I went simplistic, drawing just "the bust". Nothing bad in drawing half or part the body.

⚠️ Obviously the tear in her face is just make up, she is not hurt in any sort of way⚠️

#cypaira the skeleton #art #drawing #artists on tumblr #raven oc #oc raven #oc child #child oc #halloween #halloween cosplay #horror cosplay #japanese urban legends #Kuchisake-onna

[cosmicluci]

Drew the Japanese ghost story/urban legend Slit-Mouth Girl. I mean, she's gorgeous, and sexy, and actually pretty, with a smile to die for. She needs to deal with her self-esteem issues before she can find a girlfriend, though.

#cosmicluci #digital art #monster #monster art #beautiful monster #ghost stories #slit mouth girl #japanese urban legends #demon #self esteem issues

[voysurbanlegendblog]

Hanako-san by Shigeru Mizuki

#shigeru mizuki #mizuki shigeru #hanako san #hanako #japanese urban legends #urban legends

[jinjojess]

Nate was recently teasing me about the fact that I've watched the entirety of the Ginga Densetsu Weed anime (because of course I have), and this morning I just had a random thought about the villain'a back story.

I forget if it was framed as neglect or not, but like... It was just kodoku, with dogs.

(Kodoku as in 蠱毒, not as in loneliness.)

So like, are the two great dane brothers like the canine version of the ryoumen sukuna mummy in that 2ch creepypasta?

Google is telling me the Weed manga ran from 1999 to 2009, and I'm pretty sure the ryoumen sukuna urban legend post is from the early 00s. (I checked--it was first posted in 2005. Also apparently there's a Jujutsu Kaisen character based on ryoumen sukuna as well.)

The Weed anime, meanwhile, ran from 05-06, and ended after the great dane brothers arc, and apparently took a lot of story liberties when compared to the manga.

Considering production turnaround times, it's likely a coincidence, but it's still really funny to me. (And probably only me.)

#Ginga Densetsu Weed #Japanese urban legends #lol everything about the Ginga series is great I love it

[joandelahaye]

Urban Legends, Monsters and Madness 

Hello, my Freaky Darlings! Personal Shit I’ve been having a great time playing around with Google’s AI narrator, and the audio version of Requiem in E Sharp is almost ready to go. I’m actually quite excited about it. Once Requiem is done, I plan on releasing all three of the Sliced and Diced books as audiobooks. So watch this space for those announcements. I can’t wait for them all to be done. I…

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#Book Sales #Crime Thrillers #Japanese Folklore #Japanese Urban Legends #Monsters #The Teke-Teke #Thrillers #Weird Shit

[justabitsp00ky]

NNN臨時放送

NNN臨時放送, or NNN Special Broadcast, is a short Japanese creepypasta/urban legend, seemingly originating from the Japanese forum site 2chan, that details a viewer watching tv late night, past midnight, where they coloured bars indicating the channel is offer, before it cuts to an image of an industrial background and they see a list of names scrolling along like a staff credit roll, and a final message stating, “These are the victims of tomorrow. Good night.”

A translated telling of the creepypasta goes as followed

It was about 15 years ago when I was watching TV around 2:30 in the evening and I saw the SMPTE color bars displaying. "Oh, maybe it's because they don't broadcast at this hour. I will sleep then." I thought. As I thought that, the screen switched suddenly and a picture of a junkyard was displayed. A telop saying "NNN Extra Broadcast" appeared blinking and it continued to display the junkyard in a distant view too. I thought, "What is this?" When I was watching the broadcast, some people's names appeared and were scrolled like a staff roll as the narrator read it with a very monotonous voice. A dark classic music was played and it lasted for about 5 minutes or so. In the end, "These will be the tomorrow victims. Good night." Since then, I got scared of every midnight broadcast. Nobody believes this story around though...

There are quite a few recreations of this urban legend around the web, on youtube, niconico, and even bilibli.

More interesting itself, one of these recreations was once one of the earlier sightings of Jeff the Killer on the internet, at least on western based websites. On August 2, 2007, youtuber DarkYKnighT would upload their own recreation the NNN Special Broadcast, which showcases the above, with the image above, the scrolling names, the classical musical and all, but always featured cuts to a hallway, a strange child-looking person sitting in a room with an agape mouth and deep, black eyes, and Jeff the Killer, before stating that the listed people are the victims of tomorrow. This video predates the original newgrounds posting of the Jeff the Killer or “Killer Jeff” stories, and of course the famous creepypasta about Jeff the Killer. This video was helpful in tracing how far back Jeff the Killer’s appearance goes.

#Japan #japanese #japanese urban legends #japanese creepypasta #NNN Special Broadcast #NNN臨時放送 #urban legends #creepypasta

[y0uc4n7kn0w]

Day 1: Nihongo Legends- Urban Legends

Day 1: Nihongo Legends- Urban Legends

Hey! Welcome to the first day of Otakutober! And we’ve decided to start this year off with one of our series of blogs that’s all about the myth, legends and folklore of Japanese culture. Weirdly enough, we hadn’t done Urban legends before, so, no time like the present! Let’s talk about the ghosts teens use to scare each other and the stories behind it. So the first thing to understand is what an…

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[ozzgin]

Can I have yandere Aka Manto x Reader? I see you write Japanese myths, cuz why not?

Yandere! Urban Legend x Reader [Aka Manto]

You never know when you're going to meet your soulmate. It could be on a beach at sunset, on the last bus home, in the elevator of an office building...Or in a public bathroom after you just finished your business. Nevertheless, this urban legend monster has its eyes on you now.

Content: gender neutral reader, urban legend, part horror part comedy, gore!, monster romance

"Are you deaf? It's occupied!" you shout one final time, giving the door a swift kick to emphasize your presence. That's what you get for using a public restroom. Your coworkers had convinced you to try out another bar after the company dinner, and you might've had one too many cocktails. Thankfully most of the drinks were watered down, although it is exactly because of this detail that you're now hovering above a toilet seat with a full bladder. On a Friday night, in the partying neighborhood of the city, so it could explain the persistent stranger - possibly even drunker than you - who keeps rattling the lock of your stall.

To your horror, the handle begins to turn, and you hear a click. You scramble to get up and secure the door, but it's too late. With your pants halfway down, you gawk at the bizarre individual squeezing his way in: a tall figure wearing a red cloak and a mask. "What the Hell?" is all you can mumble to yourself, awkwardly gathering your garments in order to preserve your remaining ounce of dignity. Out of all the things to happen tonight...Alright, calm down. It's most likely a crackhead. You cast your eyes down and focus on the floor tiles, with patterns strategically chosen to hide as much grime as possible.

Pretty. Almost too pretty to kill. He might just take his time with you and savor the moment. Of course, you'll have to answer his question first. With bureaucratic efficiency, he pulls out two rolls of toilet paper and extends them to you. "The red one, or the blue one?" he asks with theatric gravity. What in the Avon samples Hell is this, you think, fidgeting nervously and avoiding any eye contact still. If you ignore him, he should lose interest.

A minute passes in heavy silence. His ghastly arms begin to tire, so he lowers them with a disappointed creak of the joints. "Y-you have to pick one", he insists. Damn it! Perhaps you've been told what to do if approached by mischievous spirits like him? Ignorance means you keep your head, though he was hoping for a gory night of entertainment. You can almost feel the intense stare coming from behind the eerie mask. The tension becomes unbearable, so you finally decide to push your luck. You will not spend the night stuck with a deranged pervert looming over you in a public bathroom.

Without further delay, you shove him aside and open the door. He lets out a surprised hum, observing your daring gesture and almost expecting you to run for your life. To his even greater shock, however, you stop to wash your hands with a relaxed whistle, completely unbothered by his presence. What happened to the fear, the terror, the dread? You peek at his reflection in the mirror, and your lips curl in a mocking grin. Maybe it's the alcohol finally hitting your nervous system, but all you see right now is a pathetic charlatan who tried to intimidate you with literal toilet paper. A good-for-nothing scoundrel interrupting the innocent from their much-needed bathroom break.

In fact, the more you consider your situation, the more your chest puffs with outrage and bravery. You pay your taxes, you help the needy, and this is how your civic deeds are rewarded? By having your stream cut midway? Unbelievable. Unacceptable. No other soul shall suffer your fate tonight. "Wretch!" you cry out, turning towards the aggressor and continuing your demands: "Evacuate the premises at once!"

You might not understand it yet, but your act of defiance has sealed your fate. The hooded monster smiles, relishing the words that have closed the gap between your fragile body and his blasphemous claws. You have spoken to him; thus, he can do with you as he desires. And yet, his murderous fingers hesitate. Your entrails should be splattered across the rarely polished porcelain by now. What's holding him back? He tilts his head in contemplation, but any intention to ponder his feelings is quickly discarded once a loud shriek pierces his ears.

As it turns out, someone else had been using the neighboring stall and was alerted by your little argument. Their finger is pointed at the cloaked creature, features twisted in disgust and fear. "Can't you tell we're busy?" The mysterious man inquires sarcastically. On second thought, this should be enough to satisfy his cravings.

With a snap of the fingers, the frightened bystander is torn apart by invisible hands right before your very eyes. Their limbs detach with surreal ease, and blood splatters everywhere in hot, sticky bursts. In your petrified daze, you are reminded of nature documentaries: blurry snippets of sharks trashing their victim around, fleshy chunks coming undone from the violent handling. Within seconds, the bathroom is quiet again. The walls and ceiling are drenched in fresh blood, and occasionally, fat droplets collapse into a puddle with resounding echo.

It all falls into place. The hooded creature claps its hands, startling you back into awareness. "That's what it was!", he says with enthusiasm. He approaches you with quiet steps, cushioned by the meaty remains coating the floor. He places one hand over the mask, removes it, and gives it a shake as if to clean off the crimson fluid. You involuntarily gaze at his face, taken aback by the handsome traits. Is this the appearance of a ruthless ghoul who butchers mortals for amusement? You wouldn't believe it if it wasn't for the hot trickle of foreign blood trailing your skin.

"I think I've fallen in love with you", he confesses with a wide, saw-toothed smile. You feel a clawed finger tracing your cheek affectionately. "Well? What're you so silent for? You were quite cheeky a moment ago!" he continues tauntingly, gripping your chin and forcing you to look up. "Or have you seen what happens when you misbehave? No, no, darling, I'd never! There are other ways in which I can ruin you."

You're suddenly very cold. With dry lips, you eventually open your mouth to speak: "I'm not leaving here, am I?"

"You could, but that would make me very upset."

#forgive me anon I tried to be serious but the temptation of the piss stalker was too great #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere monster #aka manto #aka manto x reader #japanese urban legend #yandere headcanons #monster x reader #yandere monster x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #horror #horror x reader #monster x human