The crayons

The Crayons is a sad and disturbing tale from Japan about a young couple who buy a house that comes complete with an unsolved mystery.

A married couple, who had just returned from their honeymoon, decided to buy a house. The couple were very happy because they managed to get the house at a very cheap price. It was in a nice neighborhood, close to the city and just a short walk from a shopping center.

One day, the husband was walking down the hall when he spotted a red crayon lying on the floor. The couple didn’t have any children, so the husband wondered where the crayon had come from.

“Perhaps the previous residents left it behind”, he said to himself as he casually threw it in the trash.

The next day, the husband came home from work to find another red crayon lying in exactly the same spot. He was very puzzled and decided to ask his wife about it.

The wife grew pale in the face when he brought it up. She told him that, every day since they first moved into the house, she had been finding red crayons when she was cleaning. They were always lying in the same spot, at the end of the hallway.

The husband was standing in the hallway, wondering about this weird phenomenon, when he began to notice something was not quite right. The hallway was too short.

He tapped on the wall at the end of the hallway and heard a hollow sound. Curious, he began peeling off the wallpaper, despite the protests of his wife.

Behind the wallpaper, they found a pair of sliding doors. It was as if someone had carefully hidden the entrance to a closet or a small room.

The husband discovered that the sliding doors had been nailed shut. He got a hammer from his toolbox and began prying out the nails, one by one.

After pulling out the last nail, he slowly opened the sliding door to reveal the small hidden room. Looking inside, they saw that the white walls of the little space were covered with words scribbled in red crayon.

Over and over again were the words “mommy im sorry let me out mommy im sorry let me out mommy im sorry let me out…”


I got this story from scaryforkids.com

Video for Writings on the Wall!

I have made a video for writings on the wall, the ghost story i put up a few days ago:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mlj2QUgRshg

かいだん!

A new Japanese ghost story today! I will try to make a video for it later today.
This one isn't really a ghost story, it just a scary one. It's a Japanese urban legend.


The White String is a strange urban legend from Japan about ear piercing. During the 1980s, this legend was popular in japan and a lot of kids were afraid to get their ears pierced because they believed the legend was true.

A young girl desperately wanted to get her ears pierced. Her parents said she was too young, but she pleaded with them, saying that all the other girls in her class had pierced ears. Eventually, her parents relented and agreed to let her do it. They gave her some money and told her to go the the local mall and get her ears pierced in a jewelery store.

Instead, the girl decided to keep the money and do the piercing herself. She got her best friend to help her do it. They heated up a large needle and stuck it through both of the girl’s earlobes. It was quite painful, but in the end, her ears were pierced and she was delighted to be able to wear earrings.

However, a few days later, the girl was in school when she began to feel a pain in her left ear. Her earlobe was extremely itchy. During break time she went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her earlobe was red and inflamed. She began scratching at it.

When she looked closely, she saw what looked like the end of a piece of white string sticking out of the hole in her earlobe. Thinking it was very strange, she started picking and pulling at it. After a few minutes, there was a long piece of white string hanging out of her piercced earlobe. There didn’t seem to be any end to it.

Finally, she got a pair of scissors and cut the string.

Suddenly, everything went black. She couldn’t see.

She was rushed to the emergency room of the local hospital where a doctor examined her. When she told the doctor what had happened, he was shocked.

“I’m sorry, you will be blind for the rest of your life”, he said. “That wasn’t white string. That was your optic nerve.”

Kaidan!

I haven't updated in a long time, I am sorry about this. But it's summer, so I have to do this before summer ends! Japan is the opposite of America when it comes to ghost stories (kaidan), they tell them during the summer, we tell them during the fall.
The Japanese believe that they should tell ghost stories during the summer so that the stories will send chills down their spines, and they can be cool during the hot summers.
I will post a new Japanese ghost story at least every other day until summer is over. And maybe I'll post some in October, too. :)
Today's story is "the writings on the wall.


The Writing on the Wall is a scary tale from Japan about two young boys who explore a creepy old building.

When I was younger, there was a ruined building at the bottom of our street. All of the kids in the area kept well away from it, because the rumor was that it was haunted.

The concrete walls of the old two-story building were cracked and crumbling. The windows were broken and shards of glass lay all over the floor inside.

One evening, as a test of courage, my best friend and I decided to explore the creepy old place.

We climbed in through a window at the back of the building. The whole place was dirty and there was a layer of mud on the wooden floor. As we dusted ourselves off, we looked up and were shocked to see that someone had written the words “I AM DEAD” on the wall near the ceiling.

“Probably just some teenagers trying to scare kids”, I said.

“Yeah, probably…”, replied my friend nervously.

We explored more of the rooms on the ground floor. In a room that appeared to have once been a kitchen of sorts, we found more writing on the wall.

It read “I AM IN A ROOM UPSTAIRS.”

We walked up the creaking stairs to the second floor. I led the way and my friend followed close behind. I wasn’t scared, but he was beginning to get a little jittery.

When we came to the top of the stairs, we turned left and walked cautiously down the narrow hallway. At the end of the hallway was a closed door with some more ominous writing on it.

“YOU WILL FIND ME IN THIS ROOM.”

By now, my friend was shaking with fear. I was quite creeped out too, but I didn’t want to show it. He told me he didn’t want to go any further, but I insisted, telling him there was nothing to be afraid of.

I turned the handle and the door creaked open. We stepped into the room and found it empty. There were two closed doors on either side. There was more creepy writing on the wall.

It read “MY HEAD IS ON THE LEFT AND MY BODY IS ON THE RIGHT.”

As soon as my friend saw this, he completely lost his nerve. He gave a yelp and turned to run away. I caught hold of his arm, but he shook me off and fled out through the open door. I heard his footsteps disappearing off down the hallway.

I held my ground. I was determined to be brave and overcome my fear. Mustering all my courage, I opened the door on the right and walked inside. I walked to the other side of the room and on the wall, written in tiny letters were the words “MY BODY IS UNDERNEATH.”

I looked down at the floor. I was standing on some more writing on the floorboards. I stepped back and saw the words “MY HEAD IS COMING FROM THE ROOM BEHIND YOU. TURN AROUND.”

I heard the door behind me creaking and quickly turned. There was a shadow moving behind the door. Suddenly something rolled into the room and came to a rest against the wall.

It was my friend’s severed head.

His dead, sightless eyes seemed to stare at me. Screaming in horror, I flung myself out through the open window and fell two stories to the ground.

I landed on my side, breaking my arm. In horrible pain, I ran home, crying and yelling for my parents.

The police were called and they searched the old ruined building. At first, they didn’t find anything. There wasn’t even any writing on the wall. They combed the house from top to bottom, but didn’t find any traces of my friend.

Then they pried up the floorboards. His body was lying underneath. They never found his head.

I found this story at scaryforkids.com


Are you chilled? Are the summer days becoming eerie? I'll hopefully post another one tomorrow. And hopefully I'll have it in a video format, too!