《Halloween Specials》 The One man Hide and Seek ¡°Hey Shana it¡¯s almost Halloween want to go ghost hunting in the old school building¡± Said the guy named Rito he had a black hair paired with brown eyes. ¡°You and your delusions again Rito didn¡¯t you have enough of last year¡± Said a girl named Shana. ¡°But that was just an accident right no one got hurt and it was actually Prof. Eren that was patrolling the campus at night so we might as well try again this year we might spot a real ghost now¡± ¡°I don¡¯t care on what you want to do but don¡¯t drag in anymore mess and that¡¯s it I¡¯m not joining¡± ¡°Your such a kill joy Shana oh well I¡¯m gonna play by myself then¡± ¡°I¡¯m warning you Rito don¡¯t mess with the unknown¡± ¡°yah yah¡­ you and your warnings again and your warnings are always on the spot on, what are you an esper? Ehehehehe just kidding well I got to go home now I¡¯m preparing for some stuffs¡± ¡°Rito who are you talking too¡­¡±said one of his classmates ¡°I¡¯m talking to Shana?¡± ¡°heh¡­ I see¡­¡± said his classmate with a wry smile on his face. Rito got home. Rito¡¯s home was a 2 story house that had a bathroom in each bedroom. On the 1st floor there was the living room, kitchen, and a bathroom. On the second floor were 3 bedrooms and a hallway. Today was a special day for Rito because he was all alone for the day. ¡°Hehe now to ready my stuffs¡± It was only 5pm in the afternoon Rito readied the following things: 1 stuffed doll with limbs 1 sack of rice (uncooked) 1 pair of nail clippers 1 needle 1 length of red thread 1 sharp edge such as a knife or pair of scissors 1 bathroom with bathtub 1 television 1 hiding place Incense or ofuda 1 cup salt water ¡°Ok that¡¯s all of it I guess¡± After preparing his stuff he slept early to conserve energy and woke up at 12am ¡®for some reason I don¡¯t think I should do this Shana warned me and her warning is always right but nahh¡­ who care¡¯s not that something will happen anyway¡¯ ¡°Ok time to prepare¡± Using the scissor he cut opened the doll and took out all the cotton/stuffing inside, after that he stuffed the doll with the uncooked rice along with 1 clip of his finger nail, He stitched the doll closed using the needle and the red thread he didn¡¯t cut the extra thread and instead wrapped it around the doll. ¡°Ok that should do it¡­ Ohhh it¡¯s actually 1:30am I should do this faster¡± He filled the bathtub in his bathroom with water and go to his parent¡¯s room to purify the place to become his hiding place he also readied some stuff he might need there. ¡°phew finally I¡¯m finished wow it¡¯s 2:45am well I¡¯m practically ready now anyway time to get this started¡± What Rito was actually doing is a game called one man hide and sick it is a game where you use a doll as a partner. He saw it on the web saying that it was real and it actually works. With Rito¡¯s adventurous spirit and his love for the supernatural he couldn¡¯t let this go and had to try it. before starting the game Rito texted Shana to wish him luck. Shana didn¡¯t saw the message cause he was actually sleeping already. ¡°I guess she was already asleep, it¡¯s almost 3am Ok time to do this¡± When the clock was telling that it was exactly 3am Rito started the game. ¡°Rito is the first it¡± ¡°Rito is the first it¡± ¡°Rito is the first it¡± He said that 3 times and goes to his bathroom and submerges the doll and the water he readied earlier. After that he left the doll there, turn off the lights and goes to his parents room and counted one to ten, This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.When he finished counting he opened his eyes took the knife he readied and got to the bathroom took the doll of the bathtub. ¡°I have found you ***** (omitted)¡± Rito cut the thread wrapped around the doll. ¡°You¡¯re the next it, ***** (omitted)¡± he returned the doll on the bathtub and quickly goes to his hiding place (his parents room). ¡®Why do I feel so cold and scared is this really dangerous as they say¡¯ thinking that he heard something like a splash of water. When he heard that he almost drank the salted water that was in his mouth (it is said that doing this will less the probability of the doll or the unknown finding you) His mind had gone blank for a minute till he hears a sound of something moving in the kitchen. He didn¡¯t get out of his hiding place cause he was to scared so he texted his friend Shana. After a few more minutes he didn¡¯t got a replay so he started thinking on how to finish the game it is said that he had to pour the salt of water to the doll and Expectorate the salt water in his mouth to the doll as well. ¡®Ok no more being mister wuss here I played this so I have to finish it¡¯ gathering his courage he got off his hiding place but before that he opened the TV on his parents room and set the volume where he can hear it from the first floor (it is said that the TV will warn you if any ghost we¡¯re moving or something unnatural is happening. He first goes to his room as he suspected the doll was not there and there was a trail off water where it left of. ¡®Shit, Crap, crap,¡¯ at first he can¡¯t believe what he is seeing there a doll on the hallway was walking. Again he almost drank the salted water on his mouth. He ran to his closet and hid till he can¡¯t hear a disturbing sound on the TV. Holding the cup of salted water he began thinking again on how to pour it on the doll without it seeing him and also he texted his friend again and got no replay. For some reason cold sweat was pouring out of him and the noise on the TV started again he opened the closet¡­ ¡°I have found you, RITO¡± There in front of him stood a girl with long black hair holding a wet doll on her left hand and a knife on her right hand. ¡°Shana is¡­ tha-¡° Before he can finish what he was saying he was stab with a knife on his stomach. ¡°Sha- an ¨Ca¡­ wh-y¡­¡± ¡°You ask me why huh¡­ you left me alone in the school building last year and I was so-so scared until Prof. Eren found me¡­ He raped me after that killing me, he dropped me on the rooftop¡­ and as the school knows it says that I suicide¡­ hehehe hahahahaha¡­ I have always wanted to get revenge on you for leaving me behind there¡­ now are you happy now your dreams came true or should I say your worst nightmare had come true¡± Looking at the girls face it started to distort, there he could see hollowed eyes where blood drops. Rito lost consciousness and died. +++++ Morning came and Rito¡¯s body was found inside the closet stabbed with a knife. It is said that he suicide cause he can¡¯t take the guilt when he left his friend on the school last year causing the girl to suicide to. Notes: I won¡¯t tell how the story goes but I¡¯ll let you guess on what really happened and let your Imaginations run wild¡­ Shana: Actually dead already but because of Rito¡¯s guilt or other stuff he still sees her as living but deep in his mind he already knows that she died¡­ Story by BakaNeko Anne and the closet Anne and the closet Anne was a 9 year old girl he had a twin sister named Lena they were always together. One day at night Anne will always see something in the closet in front of her bed. She called for her mother and told her that there¡¯s something on the closet but her mother said ¡°It¡¯s just your Imagination honey there¡¯s no one in the closet¡± her mother went to the closet to open it, Anne closed her eyes after a few seconds her mother said ¡°Open your eyes honey and see there¡¯s nothing here¡± she opened her eyes and saw that there really was nothing just clothes of her sister and hers. Then next day when she was sleeping at midnight she suddenly woke up for some reason she looked at the closet in front of her, there she saw glowing red eyes looking straight to her eyes. She shouted for her mother¡¯s name, the mother quickly came. ¡°Anne what was that all about!¡± said with a tinge of anger ¡°Mom there it is again, it was red eyes looking at me¡± says Anne while crying the mother opened the closet again and there she saw nothing but clothes. ¡°Anne are you joking with me again¡± says the mother getting angrier ¡°No mom its true there is someone on the closet mom please believe¡± ¡°Honey I know it¡¯s scary but please it¡¯s just your imagination there¡¯s no one in the closet ok¡± ¡°Ok mom¡± Anne says that while hugging her mother and looking straightly on the closet The next day there was it again but Anne ignored it. The next day not only was it looking but know forcing the closet to open but Anne Ignored it. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. The next day. The mother came to her daughter¡¯s room. ¡°So honey can you still see someone in the closet¡± ¡°Nope not anymore Mommy¡± ¡°Do you want me to sleep with you honey¡± ¡°Sure Mommy¡± She smiled ¡°You usually call me Mom, why call like what your sister calls me?¡± ¡°Nothing Mommy let¡¯s go to sleep¡± Both mother and daughter sleep until the mother woke up 3am sharp. She heard sobbing noise he looked beside her but her daughter was fast asleep. Next she turned in front of her and saw the closet open seeing her daughter Anne inside and it suddenly closed. She looks beside her and saw¡­ ¡°Hi MOMMY¡­ look I locked my sister in the closet like how you locked me back then¡± A girl so pale with bloodshot eyes was in front of her. Conclusion: Actually the room were Anne was is actually Lena¡¯s room. She misses her sister cause she was gone for almost 3 years and she stayed at here sisters room. Back then Lena would also see someone on the closet and tell their mother but one day the mother got really angry and locked Lena in the closet. Lena got scared and hallucinated inside the closet you could say that Lena has a phobia of enclosed space so she died off heart attack. The mother grieves of what she had done but what was done was done. Elevator to another world let¡¯s call the person Mr. Anonymous. Mr. Anonymous was intrigued by the so called elevator to another world so he tried doing it. Late at night when there was a few people. Mr. Anonymous goes in to a building with an elevator he checked that there was no elevator attendant and few people on the building so that no one can intervene on what he was about to do. On the first floor he assured that he was alone except there were guards outside the building. He entered the elevator and pressed fourth floor after it got on the fourth floor he didn¡¯t go out instead he pressed the second floor. When it reached there he didn¡¯t go out and pressed the sixth floor. Again after that he pressed second floor and after he reached the second floor he didn¡¯t go out and pressed the tenth floor. After he reached the tenth floor he didn¡¯t go out as usual and pressed the fifth floor. When he reached the fifth floor a little girl entered he didn¡¯t spoke to the girl nor looked at her he just assumed that it was a little girl by the silhouette he can distinguish. After the girl entered the place got colder the girl didn¡¯t move nor press a button on the elevator. Mr. Anonymous pressed the first floor but instead of going down it ascended to the tenth floor just goes to show that he succeed in doing the ritual. When the elevator open on the tenth floor Mr. Anonymous can pick whether he goes out or not but he picked the latter and got out but before that the girl spoke. ¡°Where are you going?¡± As the instruction said don¡¯t talk nor look at her. Mr. Anonymous didn¡¯t looked back nor spoke just got out the elevator. After that no one ever saw Mr. Anonymous ever again ++++ let¡¯s call this person Mr. Idiot the same as Mr. Anonymous he did it to but at daylight the building he got on was old but still usable and functioning as boarding house of students. Mr. Idiot was a student himself. The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. No one was on the Elevator so like what Mr. Anonymous he did pressed 4,2,6,2,10,5 when he reached the fifth floor a woman entered too but not a little girl instead it was one of the borders of the building and actually a friend of his, he talked to her but she didn¡¯t answer he was even looking at her. The next thing happened without even pressing a floor the elevator descended; Mr. Idiot was shocked cause he didn¡¯t even press a button the next thing that happened was unknown. ++++ Let¡¯s call this person Mr. Good Same as Mr. Idiot he got on a building with no one the time didn¡¯t matter as long as no one will ride with him in the elevator. Doing the steps right he got on the tenth floor same as Mr. Anonymous he reached the other world but instead of going he didn¡¯t. He pressed the first floor to go back but it won¡¯t go down and the elevator remained open he waited for how many hours until it finally closed the elevator descended to the first floor. He got off the first floor but curiosity got him to look on the girl on the elevator. He saw a girl with no face wearing a black dress. The elevator closed but when he was walking on the first floor something felt odd the windows were black and the sky outside the window was red. He opened the elevator again by pressing it. There he saw the girl again but with a face with malicious intent and it was smiling at him and said. ¡°YOUR MINE¡± Conclusion: Mr. Anonymous- Forget to go back and now forever wandering the other world Mr. Idiot- What happened was unknown Mr. Good- ¡­ Annabelle Doll The smash hit motion picture ¡°The Conjuring¡± ¡ª based on the harrowing story of the Perron family¡¯s encounter with an evil entity and how they were saved by controversial demonologists, Ed and Lorraine Warren ¡ª has earned tens of millions of dollars and spawned as many nightmares worldwide. But while the core story of possession and witchcraft may have propelled the plot forward, it is the allegedly true story of a demonic doll named Annabelle that has left a lingering shadow on the memories of moviegoers across the globe; transforming this arguably inanimate (and ostensibly cursed) object into a surprise pop-culture phenomenon. Let me be frank right from the outset: ¡°I hate dolls.¡± Always have. It started with a dotty old great-aunt, who (of course) lived in a dusty, labyrinthine manor full of long corridors, peeling wallpaper, the lingering scent of mothballs and rooms that all seemed to have at least one porcelain doll with a cracked face that leered menacingly down at me from whatever perch it had made home. As my beard began to transform from random Klingon-like patches into a cohesive whole and my school days drifted farther and farther into my past, I began to dismiss those childhood fears. I convinced myself that fearing inanimate objects was foolish, but I still harbored an intuitive distaste for dolls; especially old ones. While looking for curios in old thrift stores and junk shops, I would always grow uneasy when I would catch a figurine or (God forbid) a marionette unmistakably staring at me with its glassy, dead eyes and a bio-electric chill would ripple up my neck. Oh, I¡¯d act cool (especially if I was with my girlfriend) and chuckle and tell myself that it was all in my head, but a part of me knew better¡­ and that¡¯s how I knew, when I hunkered down to watch the aforementioned film, ¡°The Conjuring¡±, that I had been right all along. The Original Devil Doll Like all cinematic depictions of purportedly factual stories, the filmmakers responsible for ¡°The Conjuring¡± have taken some liberties with the source material. The bizarre case of Annabelle is no exception, as the pig tailed, rosy cheeked, ghastly apparition from the movie was, in actuality, a run of the mill Raggedy Ann doll. Now, for the seven of you out there who might not know what that is, Raggedy Ann is an adorable rag doll with a triangle nose and a mop of red yarn for hair. The character was created by writer (and marketing genius) Johnny Gruelle when his daughter brought him an old doll and he drew a face on it. Gruelle would go on to feature the character in a series of children¡¯s books he wrote and, following the tragic death of his daughter, as the symbol for a virulent anti-vaccination campaign. On September 7, 1915, he received a U.S. Patent for his Raggedy Ann doll and with it a toy legend was born. The Birthday Gift The particular doll in question, the one which would serve as the inspiration for James Wan¡¯s disturbing plaything in ¡°The Conjuring¡±, was first purchased in an antique shop in 1970, by a woman looking for a unique birthday present for her daughter, Donna. The woman, who¡¯s name (much like the ark from ¡°Raiders¡±) has evidently been lost somewhere in the annals of paranormal research, must have concluded that the antiquated, child-sized rag doll would be the perfect gift for her daughter who was just about to graduate from nursing school. Apparently she was correct in her assumption and, even though Donna was not known to be a collector of dolls, she happily brought the object into to the apartment that she shared with another nursing student, Angie. Once there the Raggedy Ann doll was tossed on the bed and promptly forgotten about¡­ for the first few days anyway. At initial the signs that something was amiss were subtle. From time to time, Donna would notice that the toy seemed to have changed position slightly, but simply attributed it to a jostling of the bed or something equally mundane. As the weeks passed, however, the doll¡¯s erratic movements became more troubling and both Donna and Angie became genuinely alarmed when they returned home to find the rag doll standing upright and leaning against a chair in the dining room, as if it had frozen mid-step when it heard the door open. It was then that Donna and Angie realized that there was something truly bizarre about the doll. Donna would later describe the unsettling situation to renowned paranormal investigators, Ed and Lorraine Warren. According to Donna: ¡°I put it on my bed each morning after the bed was made. The arms would be off to its sides and its legs would be straight out ¡ª just like it¡¯s sitting there now. But when we¡¯d come home at night, the arms and legs would be positioned in different gestures. For instance, its legs would be crossed at the ankles, or its arms would be folded in its lap. After a week or so, this made us suspicious. So to test it, I purposely crossed its arms and legs in the morning to see if it really was moving. And sure enough, every night when we¡¯d come back home, the arms and legs would be uncrossed and the thing would be sitting there in any of a dozen different postures.¡± At times Donna would leave the doll on the bed only to find that it had mysteriously migrated to the living room and was now sitting on the couch with its arms and legs crossed almost indignantly. In other instances, Donna would leave the doll on the couch only to return home to discover that it was now in her bedroom ¡ª with the door latched shut! Angie shed some more light on this odd increase in apparently paranormal activity: ¡°The doll also changed rooms by itself. We came home one night and the Annabelle doll was sitting in a chair by the front door. It was kneeling! The funny thing about it was, when we tried to make the doll kneel, it¡¯d just fall over. It couldn¡¯t kneel. Other times we¡¯d find it sitting on the sofa, although when we left the apartment in the morning it¡¯d be in Donna¡¯s room with the door closed!¡± Messages from Beyond The girls, becoming more and more perturbed by this strange turn of events, decided to confide in a male friend that the Warrens¡¯ chronicle only as ¡°Lou¡±. Lou claimed that he realized that something about the doll was evil the moment he laid eyes on it. Donna and Angie, though made anxious by the toy¡¯s clandestine mobility, were not prepared to believe that anything insidious was afoot. That was when curious notes began to appear around the apartment. Donna and Angie both found strips of parchment paper upon which would be scrawled the words ¡°HELP US¡± or ¡°HELP LOU¡± in a conspicuously child-like fashion, although in the movie the filmmakers apparently decided that ¡°MISS ME?¡± would be for unnerving. This startling development perplexed Donna: ¡°It would leave us little notes and messages. The handwriting looked to be that of a small child¡­ Lou wasn¡¯t in any kind of jeopardy at the time. And who ¡®us¡¯ was we didn¡¯t know. Still, the thing that was weird was that the notes would be written in pencil, but when we tried to find one, there was not one pencil in the apartment! And the paper it wrote on was parchment. I tore the apartment apart, looking for parchment paper, but again neither of us had any such thing.¡± Lou became convinced that these notes were from the doll, which was attempting to communicate with its human hosts. But the nurses, being women of science, began to wonder if someone they knew might not have come across a door key and decided to have some fun at their expense by playing an elaborate hoax on them. To that end, Donna and Angie became amateur sleuths and began marking windows and arranging carpets against the doors to reveal if they had any intruders in their absence. Much to their chagrin their traps lay unmoved while the doll continued to have it¡¯s run of the apartment. Still, the roommates took solace from that fact that while they might have a ¡°living doll¡± sharing their home, it seemed not to have any nefarious intentions. In fact, according to Donna, that Christmas the odd being even seemed to offer them a small present: ¡°Christmas, we found a little chocolate boot on the stereo that none of us had bought. Presumably it came from Annabelle.¡± Sadly, the state of affairs with the entity living in their home would not remain harmonious for long. Angie recalled another seemingly supernatural occurrence in the apartment: ¡°One time a statue lifted up across the room, then it tumbled in the air and fell on the floor. None of us were near the statue; it was on the other side of the room. That incident frightened us totally.¡± Things would only get worse from that moment on. The Bleeding Doll Less than two months after these bizarre events began, Donna and Angie returned home, weary after a long day of school. Of course, neither of the women were particularly surprised to find that the doll had managed to make its way from the living room back into Donna¡¯s bed, but this time Donna claimed that she suddenly was struck by a feeling that something was wrong and that the doll seemed to have a ominous aura about it. Hesitantly, the women approached the doll and that was when they noticed that the inanimate object was oozing blood from its hands and chest. Angie described the scene: ¡°The Annabelle doll was sitting on Donna¡¯s bed, as was usual. When we came home one night, there was blood on the back of its hand, and there were three drops of blood on its chest!¡± Added Donna: ¡°God, that really scared us!¡± The now terrified roommates decided that they would have to seek the help of someone more experienced in paranormal activity than themselves. It was then that they decided to call in¡­ The Medium Following the ¡°bleeding doll¡± incident, the roommates resolved to find out just what it was that they were sharing their apartment with. To that end, Donna and Angie decided to contact a medium in order to conjure up and communicate with whatever was inhabiting the doll. The unidentified medium agreed to perform a s¨¦ance in the nurses¡¯ apartment. In Donna¡¯s own words: ¡°So Angie and I got in touch with a woman who¡¯s a medium. That was about a month, or maybe six weeks after all this stuff started to happen.¡± The medium wasted no time in entering a trance and before long she was weaving a heartbreaking tale of a young girl named Annabelle Higgins, whose body was discovered in the field upon which their apartment complex had been constructed. According to Donna: ¡°We learned that a little girl died on this property, She was seven years-old and her name was Annabelle Higgins. The Annabelle spirit said she played in the fields long ago before these apartments were built. They were happy times for her. She told us.¡± The medium was unable to ascertain the details of the girl¡¯s death, but in telling Annabelle¡¯s story, she had inadvertently tugged at the heartstrings of these compassionate, young women. Donna continued to detail Annabelle¡¯s plight as heard through the medium: ¡°Because everyone around here was grown-up, and only concerned with their jobs, there was no one she (Annabelle) could relate to, except us. Annabelle felt that we would be able to understand her. That¡¯s why she began moving the rag doll. All Annabelle wanted was to be loved, and so she asked if she could stay with us and move into the doll. What could we do? So we said yes.¡± Angie would explain the logic behind their decision: ¡°It seemed harmless enough. We¡¯re nurses, you know, we see suffering every day. We had compassion. Anyway, we called the doll Annabelle from that time on.¡± There is no way that these kind women could have imagined at the time just how terrible a mistake inviting this apparently innocent apparition to live inside the rag doll would prove to be. The Nightmare Begins As things between the newly christened Annabelle and her roommates seemed to be entering a new phase of d¨¦tente, Lou maintained that he sensed something dangerous about the itinerant doll and admonished Donna to get rid of it. She refused his request, feeling that getting rid of the doll would be the equivalent of abandoning a child. But even though Annabelle was not removed, it seems apparent that she was not pleased by Lou¡¯s interference. Lou understood that there was something fundamentally wrong with the doll, but was not prepared for the hellish encounter he would have when it followed him home. The Warrens related the experience Lou had not long after turning in for the night: ¡°Lou awoke one night from a deep sleep and in panic. Once again he had a reoccurring bad dream. Only this time somehow, something seemed different. It was as though he was awake but couldn¡¯t move. He looked around the room but couldn¡¯t discern anything out of the ordinary and then it happened. Looking down toward his feet he saw the doll, Annabelle.¡± Lou continued to recount his petrifying experience: ¡°While I was lying there, I saw myself wake up. Something seemed wrong to me. I looked around the room, but nothing was out of place. But then when I looked down toward my feet, I saw the rag doll, Annabelle. It was slowly gliding up my body. It moved over my chest and stopped. Than it put its arms out. One arm touched one side of my neck, the other touched the other side like it was making an electrical connection. Then I saw myself being strangled. I might as well have been pushing on a wall, because it wouldn¡¯t move. It was literally strangling me to death, I couldn¡¯t help myself, no matter how hard I tried.¡± The Warrens concluded the harrowing tale: ¡°Paralyzed and gasping for breath Lou, at the point of asphyxiation, blacked out. Lou awoke the next morning, certain it wasn¡¯t a dream. Lou was determined to rid himself of that doll and the spirit that possessed it.¡± Lou felt as if whatever was animating the doll was warning him to mind his own business, but out of concern for his friends, he refused to be deterred. It would be back at Donna and Angie¡¯s apartment that Annabelle would strike again. The following evening, while preparing for a road trip, Lou and Angie were alone, studying maps in in the living room just before 11 pm. Without warning, the pair heard an odd shuffling sound emanating from Donna¡¯s room. Angie was concerned that someone might have broken into the apartment, but Lou feared that it might be something much worse. Lou, summoning a courage that I¡¯m not sure I could replicate, crept toward Donna¡¯s bedroom door. He paused outside the entrance until the sounds abated, then eased the door open and anxiously flipped on the light switch. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.The room was empty, save for Annabelle, which seemed to have been haphazardly thrown into the corner of the room. Lou entered the space and apprehensively approached the crumpled rag doll. It was then that he claimed to have felt a tingling sensation on the back of his neck, as if he was being watched from behind. Lou explained the feeling in an interview with the Warrens: ¡°But as I got close to the doll, I got the distinct impression that somebody was behind me. I swung around instantly and, well¡­.¡± At this point Angie interjected: ¡°He won¡¯t talk about that part. When Lou turned around there wasn¡¯t anybody there, but he suddenly yelled and grabbed for his chest. He was doubled over, cut and bleeding when I got to him. Blood was all over his shirt. Lou was shaking and scared and we went back out into the living room. We then opened his shirt and there on his chest was what looked to be a sort of claw mark!¡± On his chest were seven slices. Four were horizontal and three vertical. Both the Warrens, Donna and Angie confirmed that the wounds existed, but unfortunately no one bothered to take any photographs. Oddly, the Marks (which Lou claimed burned horribly and actually radiated heat) were all but gone the next day and completely vanished a mere forty-eight hours later. Enter the Warrens Not sure where else to turn ¡ª and now realizing that they were dealing with something much worse than the benign spirit of a lonely child ¡ª the trio decided to contact a someone in the clergy. The first man they got a hold of was an Episcopalian priest named Father Hegan. Hegan went to the apartment and allowed the witnesses to explain their dire predicament. Hegan understood the gravity of their situation, but felt that he was not qualified to deal with it himself, so he referred them to one of his superiors, Father Cooke. It would be Cooke who would contact the most experienced demonologists he knew of ¡ª the now legendary husband and wife team of Ed and Lorraine Warren, who were also part of the Amityville Horror investigation ¡ª and put them on the case. The Warrens wasted no time in contacting the group and upon interviewing the three witnesses, Ed Warren (a devout Catholic as well as paranormal investigator) seemed astounded that these young adults were so quick to trust the words of the ghost as spoken through the medium. Ed Warren summed up the situation thusly during his interview with Donna, Angie and Lou: ¡±To begin with, there is no Annabelle! There never was. You were duped. However, we are dealing with a spirit here. The teleportation of the doll while you were out of the apartment, the appearance of notes written on parchment, the manifestation of three symbolic drops of blood, plus the gestures the doll made are all meaningful. They tell me there was intent, which means there was an intelligence behind the activity. But ghosts, human spirits, plain and simply can¡¯t bring on phenomena of this nature and intensity. They don¡¯t have the power.¡± At about this point Lou interjected: ¡°It¡¯s a damn voodoo doll, that¡¯s what it is¡­ I told them about that thing a long time ago. The doll was just taking advantage of them.¡± Nevertheless, Donna defended the position that she and Angie had previously assumed in protecting Annabelle: ¡°It was the spirit of Annabelle we cared about! How were we to know anything? But looking back on it now, maybe we shouldn¡¯t have given the doll so much credence. But really, we saw the thing as being no more than a harmless mascot. It never hurt anything¡­ at least until the other day.¡± After completing the interview, inspecting the rag doll, checking Lou¡¯s wounds and confirming that none of the eyewitnesses ever saw the specter of the child in the apartment, the Warrens came to the startling conclusion that it was not a ghost that they were dealing with, but an actual demon. Even more chillingly, the Warrens postulated that the doll itself was not actually possessed by an evil entity, but that the doll was a conduit between the earthly realm and hell itself. They also affirmed that the medium had been manipulated in order to gain the trust of the people in the apartment, leading to what they called an ¡°infestation¡± of the home. The Warrens further claimed that the ¡°inhuman demonic spirit,¡° had preyed upon the nursing students¡¯ intrinsic compassion by pretending it was a lost child. According to Ed Warren: ¡°¡­what has happened is something inhuman has taken over here. Demonic. Ordinarily people aren¡¯t bothered by inhuman demonic spirits, unless they do something to bring the force into their lives. Your first mistake was to give the doll recognition, that is the reason why the spirit moved into the doll to draw attention to itself. Once it had your attention, it exploited you, it simply brought you fear and even injury. Inhuman spirits, enjoy inflicting pain, it¡¯s negative. Your next mistake was calling in a medium, The demonic has to somehow get your permission to interfere in your life. Unfortunately, through your own free will, you gave it that permission.¡± Adding to the shock that the three friends were no doubt experiencing at that moment, the Warrens went on to insist that following Lou¡¯s attack, the demon¡¯s next movie would be to exit Annabelle and enter one them for the purpose of ¡°complete human possession¡± followed, almost inevitably, by murder. According to Ed Warren: ¡°Spirits don¡¯t possess things, spirits possess people. Instead, the spirits simply moved the doll around and gave it the illusion of being alive. Now, what happened to Lou earlier this week was bound to occur sooner or later. In fact, you all were in jeopardy of coming under possession by this spirit, this is what the thing was really after. But Lou didn¡¯t believe in the charade, so he was an ongoing threat to the entity. There was bound to be a showdown. Had the spirit been given another week or two, you might have been killed.¡± This, according to the Warrens, left student nurses with just one recourse¡­ The Rite of Exorcism The Warrens then decided that the best course of action would be to invoke the power of an exorcism blessing to banish the malevolent monstrosity from the doll. They contacted an Episcopal priest named Father Cooke who was at first reluctant to get involved with this case, but eventually yielded after the Warrens explained just how dire the situation had become. Ed Warren explained how the Episcopalian blessing differed from the more famous Catholic rite of exorcism: ¡°The Episcopal blessing of the home is a wordy, seven page document that is distinctly positive in nature. Rather than specifically expelling evil entities from the dwelling, the emphasis is instead directed toward filling the home with the power of the positive and of God.¡± Unlike most cinematic versions of an exorcism, the ritual occurred without much commotion from the demonic doll. Following the sacred ceremony, Father Cooke extended the blessing to Donna, Angie, Lou and the Warrens, then (in what I hope was his best Zelda Rubenstein voice) declared that the demon was no longer going to be able to harm them¡­ The Warrens weren¡¯t so sure. The Aftermath Following Father Cooke¡¯s exorcism, Ed and Lorraine ¡ª still doubtful that the demon had actually been banished from the potentially homicidal Annabelle ¡ª suggested they remove the doll from the home. Donna, eager to be rid of the nightmarish entity, readily consented to their request. Ed then cautiously picked up the hateful doll and handed it to Lorraine, whereupon Father Cooke (who was evidently not completely convinced of the exorcism¡¯s effectiveness either) warned Ed not to drive home on the interstate, lest the inhuman entity managed to linger within the doll and tried to influence the car. Lorraine then placed the doll into the backseat of his car, buckled up, Ed started the engine and ¡ª in what must have been one of the most stressful late night drives in human history ¡ª they began their lengthy journey home. Ed took the priest¡¯s advice and stuck to the winding back roads, where few other drivers would be jeopardized by their diabolical passenger¡­ it would turn out to be a wise decision. According to the Warrens, whenever they approached a sharp curve, their vehicle would inevitably stall, causing the brakes and power steering to fail simultaneously and sending them perilously close to driving off the road. They also had more than one near collision with a passing car. Finally Ed had had enough and he reached into his black bag, removed a vile of holy water and doused the rag doll with the sign of the cross. The doll would behave normally for the rest of the ride. Once home, Ed (inexplicably) placed the doll into a chair adjacent to his desk. He reported that the doll levitated on more than one occasion, then seemed to fall in an lifeless state. This hiatus lasted only a few weeks and before long, Annabelle was up to her old tricks. The Warrens claimed that they had locked Annabelle in the outer office building before setting out on a trip, but when they returned home and opened the front door they discovered that the doll was facing them, perched contentedly on Ed¡¯s easy chair, as if mocking their efforts to contain it. The doll would also, much like in her previous home, randomly appear in different rooms of the house, startling the Warrens. Finally the Warrens had enough of Annabelle¡¯s unnatural antics and they decided to bring in the big guns; a Catholic priest and exorcist by the name of Father Jason Bradford. By all accounts, Father Bradford did not take to kindly to being called in to deal with this alleged ¡°devil doll.¡± According to reports of the encounter, Father Bradford brashly approached the then inert doll and ripped it up from its seat, screaming: ¡°Your just a rag doll Annabelle, you can¡¯t hurt anyone!¡± At which point he threw the doll back down on the chair. Ed blanched at his vitriolic demeanor and stated: ¡°That¡¯s one thing you better not say.¡± Lorraine was also disturbed by Father Bradford¡¯s dismissive behavior and begged the priest to be careful while driving and to call her when he got back to the rectory. The call did not come until late in the evening when the shaken priest told Lorraine that his brakes had given out just as he had approached a hectic intersection. His car was demolished and he and the others involved barely survived the accident. It was then that the Warrens decided that Annabelle was simply too dangerous to be exposed to the world, so they had a specially sealed case built for the doll ¡ª a sort of glass coffin ¡ª plastered with a sign which read: ¡°WARNING, POSITIVELY DO NOT OPEN.¡± The case, which the demon doll inhabits to this day, was placed in a room full of supposedly cursed objects that the Warrens had taken out of circulation and the door was locked. Eventually, the Warrens turned their terrifying collection into an ¡°Occult Museum,¡± which is open to the public. The now incarcerated Annabelle seems to be unable to move, but that does not mean that her nefarious powers have diminished. Arguably the most disturbing tale associated with this malicious rag doll involves a young couple who were touring the museum with Ed as a guide. After Ed had explained the background story of Annabelle, the young man ¡ª full of the hubris of youth and no doubt trying to impress his innamorata ¡ª pounded on the glass case and challenged the doll to rise up and scratch him. Ed wasted no time escorting the couple out of the museum stating: ¡°son you need to leave.¡± Ed watched as the couple drove off on the young beau¡¯s motorcycle and was, sadly, one of the last people to ever seem him alive. According to his girlfriend, just after they left the museum, they were laughing about the silly stories surrounding the doll when the man abruptly lost control of his motorcycle and crashed into a tree. He was killed instantly and his girlfriend required over a year of hospitalization. While many skeptics would insist that this was nothing more than a sorrowful coincidence, the Warrens were convinced that they had incurred the wrath of Annabelle. Ed Warren passed away in 2006, and Lorraine, now in her eighties, remains a thoroughly dedicated paranormal investigator. She claims that while Annabelle has not been able to break out from her case, she still manages to shift positions and, on occasion, has even been known to growl at unwary and no doubt terrified visitors. Conclusion There¡¯s so much to consider in terms of the legitimacy of this case¡­ Are we talking about genuine demonic possession or diabolical manipulation? A misunderstood haunting? A bizarre series of events embellished by media darling demonologists? Or one of the most elaborate paranormal hoaxes ever pulled off; resulting in a legend of a possessed doll so terrifying that it makes Chucky from ¡°Child¡¯s Play¡± look like a Cabbage Patch kid? The truth, such as it is, remains buried in the memories of just a handful of individuals and is likely never to see the light of day. And while I remain skeptical about this (and most) possession cases, I feel obliged to admit that if I am ever invited to peruse the shelves of the Warren¡¯s Occult Museum and come face to face with Annabelle. I will graciously offer said invitee the chance to ¡°piss off.¡± Because no matter how rational I may be sitting in front of this keyboard with the sunlight pouring over my shoulders and a cold brew mere inches from my hand, in my heart of hearts I know that dolls are pure, unrefined, one-hundred percent evil¡­ and no once can convince me otherwise. And, putting all rationality aside, I shudder to think that the Warrens actually were right and Annabelle (or whatever is inside if her) might just be biding her time, waiting for her caretaker to expire, so that it can be unleashed by less responsible hands onto an unsuspecting world¡­ In the meantime, I might never go into a toy store again. This article was written by Rob Morphy (I dont deserve any credits for this ) http://mysteriousuniverse.org/2013/10/annabelle-the-true-story-of-a-demonic-doll/ Original link... Mr. Moogy Mr. Moogy was imaginary. He had to be My daughter started talking about Mr Moogy on her 4th birthday. My brother and I lived across the street from one another and we held the party at his house since he could afford a pool and I couldn''t. That day, the shift was indicated by a small tug on the skirt. I turned to see the beautiful hazel eyes of Melissa, my daughter, staring up at me. "Mommy, Mr. Moogy wants to come home with us." I knelt down to get to her level. "Who''s that, baby?" She looked around, as if searching for someone. "He''s my new friend! I don''t see him, though. He must have gone to grab his coat." I realized then that my little baby had her first imaginary friend. I nodded enthusiastically "Of course he can. Mr. Moogy is more than welcome in our home whenever he wants." I thought nothing of Mr. Moogy, really. Although, thing around the house were strange after that and a lot of it had to do with Mr. Moogy. She insisted on having her window open every night, and Mr. Moogy never seemed to want to be in the room with me. Every time I''d ask her where he was, she''d say something like "he went home for the day" or "he decided to go for a walk around the block." I once joking asked if he didn''t like me. She looked at me, hurt. "Oh no, mommy! Mr. Moogy loves you a whole bunch! He just gets shy!" This went on for a year. The only problem was, the more time went on, the more immersed she became in Mr. Moogy. She changed a lot of parts of her personality, which she said was something Moogy wanted for her. My emotions were mixed. Worry and frustration. She would spend so much time by herself. Opting to shut herself away in her bedroom with him rather than go spend her time outside. She refused certain things she used to love, and it was difficult to get her to even go to the store with me. I''d try to take her to her dad''s on weekends, but if I could even get her there without her throwing an enormous fit, I''d get a call within a few hours from my ex-husband, absolutely insisting that I pick her up. She was out of control at that point. She trashed his house on several occasions before he finally threw his hands up and yelled "God damn it, Mary, take your fucking kid and get out of my life." She held her head in shame as I explained, while trying to contain my sheer anger, that what she did was entirely wrong. She just kept saying "Mr. Moogy said it was the only way I could stay with you." I felt fed up, but I was more worried. I wanted to badly to take her to a doctor, but the divorce left us broke and without insurance. Silently, I hoped she would grow out of it. One morning, I woke up to find that Melissa was fully dressed. Most of the time, she would opt for pajamas. "What''s the special occasion?" I asked, treading lightly as possible. She had never flipped out and trashed our house, but I still found myself afraid of my own child. "Mr. Moogy wants to play outside today." I nodded, relieved that she was going to be outside instead of locked away. I decided that I''d do the dishes, so I could stay inside and still watch her playing in the yard. I couldn''t have looked away more than a few minutes, but when I looked back, she was gone. Running outside, I screamed her name, but got no reply. I called the police immediately and a search was started. Every hour that passed, I prayed to a God that I didn''t fully believe in. I prayed for my daughter''s safety. I prayed that this was just one of many odd but harmless occurrences. Hours turned into days. Then weeks. Months. Half a year had gone by, and there was no sign of Melissa. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.At 2:37 AM on an abnormally warm October night, a call came in to the station from a man claiming to have seen someone carrying a body through his back yard. The police caught him in the act. Older man, probably in his 40s. Thick glasses, lanky body. Nothing at all special about him, other than the fact that the body he was trying to bury was that of my little Melissa. I''m sure you don''t want the gory details, and I''m not willing to relive them. She had been abused in disgusting, inhuman ways for the entirety of the six months she had been gone. She was so thin and bruised, she was barely recognizable. I was asked down to the station, and had my brother accompany me. They wanted to see if I could recognize the guy. My brother grasped my hand tightly, likely fighting back tears himself, as we stared at this strange man from behind weird mirror glass. It all felt like a bad episode of SVU. Detective Lorenzo stared with sympathy in his eyes. "Do you know this man?" I shook my head "No. I''ve never seen him in my life." My brother looked at me with confusion. "What are you talking about? Don''t lie to them, Mary." My head was so foggy, it took a few moments for me to realize what was said and reply. "Uh, no. I''ve never seen him." He looked a bit angry with me then. "Are you shitting me? He was in and out of your fucking house for that past, what, year?!" That was the tipping point. Later, I sat at a metal table, across from Detective Lorenzo. His tone had changed from sympathetic to accusatory. "How do you know Tomas Moony?" He pushed a photo of the man that killed my daughter across the table. I shook my head, almost too bewildered to speak. "I don''t know that man." He stood quickly, slamming his hands on the table. Yeah, this definitely seemed like a bad episode of SVU. "He was in your house. People saw him walking EVERYWHERE with you and your daughter. Your own brother saw the man come in and out of the house." I think that''s when I made the connection. Moony. Moony. Moogy. Moogy. There was no way. Mr. Moogy was imaginary. It was not possible that a man could have avoided me - BEEN IN MY HOME, WITH MY CHILD - for a year. Yet, the evidence was there. The neighborhood watch had surveillance cameras installed a few years before we moved in. The footage showed Tomas Moony, a man I never met until I saw him in that interrogation room, crawling through the windows of my home, mostly Melissa''s bedroom window. Hell, he even came and went through the front door several times. They asked a few people around the community if they ever saw him. Most of them nodded solemly. They all assumed that he was a relative or a family friend. He''d always follow at a distance, and I never thought to look over my shoulder. I never saw him. I never fucking saw him. Not once. From Reddit by: rydenanne (I don¡¯t take any credits on this work) The bath game/ Daruma-san Information before the story: some of you might already know this or not am still gonna explain this. Daruma-san, also known as The Bath Game, is probably best described as a deadly version of Red Light, Green Light. After the initial summoning ritual has been performed, it follows the basic rules of a Japanese children¡¯s game called Darumasan ga Koronda ¡ª literally, ¡°The Daruma doll fell down.¡± The player is ¡°it,¡± while Daruma-san attempts to catch ¡°it.¡± But if Daruma-san catches you¡­ well, let¡¯s just say you should never, EVER let that happen. Warning: some of you might think that this is just a hoax and wanted to try it but please don¡¯t as I always say curiosity kills the cat (Ironic I¡¯m an Idiot cat anyway hehe¡­) Alice: As all of you might know The Bath game/ Daruma-san has a movie titled ¡°as the gods will¡± the bath game is only part of the movie anyway and Master haven¡¯t watched it anyway. It¡¯s not that were promoting it but if you seek exciting and thrilling stuffs try watching it. Bakaneko: Yup¡­ Alice is right. So here we are presenting our own made story version of daruma-san also known as the bath game. AGAIN WARNING DON¡¯T TRY PLAYING IT EVEN HOAX OR NOT YOUR SAFETY IS OUR PRIORITY. Alice: says the guy who played one man hide and sick, elevator to another world, shoebox telephone, an¡ª Bakaneko: STOP! Let¡¯s just go with the story +++++++ ¡°What are ghosts Mr.Roberts?¡± ¡°In folklore, mythology, and modern media such as literary fiction, a ghost (sometimes known as a spectre [British English] or specter [American English], phantom, apparition, spirit, spook, or haunt) is the soul or spirit of a dead person or animal that can appear, in visible form or other manifestation, to the living. Descriptions of the apparition of ghosts vary widely from an invisible presence to translucent or barely visible wispy shapes, to realistic, lifelike visions. The deliberate attempt to contact the spirit of a deceased person is known as necromancy, or in spiritism as a s¨¦ance. The belief in manifestations of the spirits of the dead is widespread, dating back to animism or ancestor worship in pre-literate cultures. Certain religious practices¡ªfuneral rites, exorcisms, and some practices of spiritualism and ritual magic¡ªare specifically designed to rest the spirits of the dead. Ghosts are generally described as solitary essences that haunt particular locations, objects, or people they were associated with in life, though stories of phantom armies, ghost trains, phantom ships, and even ghost animals have also been recounted.¡± Watching the show on TV Ren got tired of watching it and turned it off. ¡°What¡¯s with that Wikipedia like answer for some reason I feel like he just crib that answer on google¡± Like how Ren¡¯s life goes he took a bath wear his uniform like any other students would do. As he was walking he met some of his friends greet them and go to school together. While walking they talked about much stuff. ¡°So Ren have you heard of the news?¡± Said a girl with long red hair reaching her hips ¡°what news Kairi?¡± ¡°Well they said that Rito committed suicide¡± ¡­ Silence enveloped them as kairi told that Rito committed suicide. After a few moment of silence Kairi continued telling the whole story. ¡°Well Rito¡¯s body was found inside a closet in his room holding a knife that was stabbed on his stomach¡± ¡°For some reason I kinda get why he did it, he blames his self for Shana¡¯s death and after that Rito have delusions of talking to Shana as if she was alive, He couldn¡¯t take the guilt anymore so he committed suicide that¡¯s my conclusion I guess¡± ¡°Good work there Sherlock but you haven¡¯t let me finish yet as part of the mystery research club we will unravel the mystery of Rito¡¯s death¡± ¡°And why would you think like that¡± ¡°It is said that at seen of the crime there they find a doll wet filled with rice and also a cup of water but I¡¯m pretty sure its salted water, From the evidence I found and my own conclusion¡± ¡°Ok let¡¯s hear it then¡± ¡°Rito played the one man hide and sick¡± ¡°hmm¡­ ok go on¡± ¡°Well it¡¯s as you say Rito was guilty of Shana¡¯s death so he played one man hide and seek expecting to call on Shana¡¯s spirit ¡° ¡°So your saying that it was Shana¡¯s ghost who killed Rito?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t say that but that¡¯s my conclusion¡± ¡°Why would Shana even kill Rito¡± ¡°I dunno but I think it has to do with what happened last year¡± Ren observed that Kairi was always looking behind her as if someone was there but he didn¡¯t care and just continued walking to school while talking. After talking they reached the school gates and separated going to their respected rooms. After school like everyday Ren go to his club room also known as the mystery research club. ¡°Your kinda early Ren, Kairi¡¯s still not here¡± said a guy with glasses and he looks like the intellectual type person ¡°I see, so what are you reading there Akira?¡± ¡°nothing much just the news about Rito¡¯s death¡± ¡°I see¡± After that Ren sat near the window also known as the Ren zone it is said that once Ren sat on his spot no one can stop him from looking outside except Kairi who always pester him. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. One by one the members came. A girl with braided hair. ¡°Marika here desu¡± a gloomy guy named Kaito, Kairi¡¯s twin brother. And the last one to came was Kairi the president of the club. ¡°So all of us are already here, Okay I¡¯ll start with our agenda today as all of you know there¡¯s only 5 days before Halloween and I¡¯m thinking we should play games¡± said Kairi holding some papers and giving it to the members. ¡°Ok we will play all of those to see if it hoax or not as the mystery research club it¡¯s our job to discover the mystery of this games¡± ¡®So learning that Rito played one man hide and seek she got an idea huh¡¯ Ren thought. Ren looked through the paper. Lists of game: one man hide and sick the hooded man the dark reflection Charlie Charlie Elevator to another world Black telephone Shoebox telephone the hosting game The Apex Ripping doll 100 stories call me Hanako-san the bathgame/ Daruma-san ¡®Wait is hanako-san even a game?¡¯ Rito read through it and see that the the bathgame/ daruma-san was crossed out. ¡°Kairi why is the bathgame crossed out?¡± Ren asked Kairi. ¡°Well I¡¯m actually doing the game right now teehee¡­¡± Ren skimmed through the papers till he found the description of the bath game. 1 player Requirement: A bathtub Instruction: The Prelude:
  1. Begin at night, just before you got to bed.
  2. Shed your clothing and enter the bathroom. Fill the bathtub with water and turn out the lights.
  3. Climb into the tub and sit down facing the faucet and taps. Close your eyes and begin washing your hair.
  4. As you wash your hair, repeat the words ¡°Daruma-san fell down. Daruma-san fell down.¡± Do not stop repeating them until you have finished washing your hair. Do not open your eyes.
  5. If you have performed this action correctly, you will gain a mental image of a Japanese woman standing in a bathtub. She will slip and fall, landing face first on a rusty tap and gouging her right eye out.
  6. Should you hear any noise behind you or feel movement in the tub, do NOT turn around and do NOT open your eyes. Ask aloud, ¡®Why did you fall in the bathtub?¡±
  7. Allow the question to hang in the air. Then, keeping your eyes shut, carefully stand up and get out of the tub. Do not trip and fall yourself, and do not drain the tub. Exit the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.
  8. You may now open your eyes. Leave the bathroom as you left it ¡ª water in the tub, door shut ¡ª until morning. Do not turn on any lights.
  9. Go to sleep.
The Main Event:
  1. Awaken at your usual time. The game begins the moment you open your eyes.
  2. Go about your day as normal. You will feel a constant presence behind you; it is likely that, should you turn to look, you will see nothing. However, glancing over your right shoulder may occasionally reveal a glimpse of her. Her hair will be black and tangled, and she will have only one eye.
  3. She will attempt to get closer and closer to you as the day goes on. Should you spot her and find that she is too close for comfort, shout ¡°Tomare!¡± ¡ª that is, ¡°Stop!¡± ¡ª and run away. The idea is to put some distance between you and her;do NOT allow her to catch you.
The Ending:
  1. Capture her in your gaze by looking over your right shoulder.
  2. Shout ¡°Kitta!¡± ¡ª that is, ¡°I cut you loose!¡± ¡ª while swinging your arm down in a chopping motion. If you have performed this action correctly, a winning condition will have been achieved and the game will be over.
  3. If you have NOT performed this action correctly¡­ run
So that¡¯s why she was always looking back when we were walking. ¡°So any luck with it?¡± Ren asked Kairi ¡°Nothing really well I- I¡¯m ju-just you know testing th-the waters so I think nothing will ha-happen really¡± After Ren asked that Kairi was sweating looking at the hand mirror she was holding in front as if she was looking on her back. After a few seconds all of the people inside the club room felt cold for some reason then¡­ ¡°TOMARE!¡± Kairi shouted and suddenly run outside of the club room. ¡®I don¡¯t believe this Kairi being scared of this wait¡¯ Ren was on the right side behind Kairi while kairi was standing near the window, Ren looked at the window and he caught a reflection of a girl with black hair with pale skin with one hollowed eye. Seeing that Ren also stand up on his chair and followed Kairi. Everyone just watched at the event that happened in front of them. ¡°What¡¯s happening desu?¡± said Marika. ¡°I dunno but from the looks of it Kairi already did one of the game listed¡± said Akira. ¡°¡­¡± Kaito was just silently looking at the window. Running, Ren saw Kairi Running on the stairs going down. ¡°Kairi wait up!¡± ¡°No! she is following me I can¡¯t¡± ¡°But can¡¯t you just stop the game¡± ¡°I did but for some reason I always fail and even if I did it correctly she was always there¡± They continued while running until they got out of the campus running through the gate. ¡°Hey There¡¯s still classes what are you two running for¡± said the guard on the gate. ¡°uhmm this is urgent so please¡± Ren said that while still following Kairi behind. They were still running until Kairi stopped in middle of the road. ¡°TOMARE!¡± she shouted. ¡°Beep! Beep!¡± a truck was about to hit kairi until ¡°KAIRI!¡± Ren pushed Kairi out of the road and instead of Kairi, Ren was hitted by the truck. Kairi was shocked of what happened until she saw a girl with black hair with one hollowed eye in her shoulder out of anger. ¡°KITTA¡± she shouted and swinged her arm in a chopping motion on the girl behind her shoulder The girl didn¡¯t disappear and instead looked at her while smiling eerily. The girl was getting closer to her she wanted to run, Then for some reason she saw Ren was standing in front of her he turned around. ¡°it will be over-¡° Ren said After that both Ren and the girl disappeared. Getting back to her sense she remembered that Ren was hitted by the truck she came running to him. But it was too late. Ren died. Japanese scary urban legends The Snake Woman (Nure-Onna) Do you enjoy a nice, cool swim on a hot day? Perhaps you are particularly averse to receiving a cooling dose of urine at the local swimming pool? Maybe you just like the sand beneath your toes as you walk the beaches, choosing a nice, quiet, isolated spot from the rest of the city plebs. You put down your towel, throw off the constricting second skin that is your clothing, and head toward the waves. But hark! You spot a woman in the water; long black hair flowing around her alabaster skin as she flails weakly. With speed and grace to rival the very best studs of the Baywatch era, you fling yourself into the oddly calm waters and swim her way. You swim toward the endangered beauty, your eyes meeting as you work desperately to save your drowning Ophelia. ...except that now you seem to be paralyzed. Also, Ariel now appears to be using her long, prehensile snake-body to gracefully close the romantic distance between you. Perhaps, you consider, she simply wishes to save you from this terminal case of leg cramps? Perhaps the piercing of your tender man-flesh by her snake-like tongue is some odd form of mermaid CPR? No, you are now being slowly digested by the Snake Woman, or, "Nure-Onna". The moral of the story should be fairly obvious: Don''t try to save a drowning woman. She could be a snake-monster in disguise! Human Pillars (Hitobashira) If Soylent Green taught us anything, it''s that there are a great many practical uses for the human body. Japan reminds us just how practical they can be by presenting the Hitobashira, or, "Human Pillars". Seeing as the country is already one at the technological forefront, we have to assume that if Japan tells us, "hey, it''s okay to seal living people inside walls and foundations, it''ll make that shit more durable!", it has to be true! Right? Right? Because fuck cement! Dating as far back as the 17th century, the story goes that as an offering to the gods, living people could be sealed into buildings as sacrifices, which would apparently please the great LEGO gods and ensure stability and longevity to the construct in question. Bones and other remains have been found on-site of several different locations, lending at least some possibility that human sacrifice may have been involved in the making of these buildings. One such location is Jomon tunnel, located on the Sekihoku Main Line. In 1968, in the aftermath of an earthquake (or possibly due to pissed off ghosts) a number of skeletons were discovered sealed into the walls of the tunnel, standing upright. But then, maybe Japan just gets really uptight if you abuse your smoke breaks one time too many. Seeing as many of these structures stand today, perhaps modern workers should take note: Just how dedicated are you to your job? Hanako-San of the Toilet Because Japan just loves to punish you for basic bodily functions, this urban legend takes place in a washroom: specifically the third stall from the end of any elementary school washroom (in some variations, it''s on the third floor). Unlike the previous urban legends, where the creatures will come at you unprovoked, Hanako needs to be summoned. Though the idea of luring a ghostly little girl into an empty bathroom falls further from "scary urban legend" and closer to "that paedophile on the news last week" than we''d like. In order to call Hanako, you need to do the polite thing and knock three times on her stall door. This is usually accompanied by calling out, "Are you there, Hanako-san?" If you are greeted with a reply, "Yes, I''m here!", apart from pissing your pants in terror, you can push open the stall door to reveal Hanako. Said to be a little girl with bobbed black hair and a red skirt, the outcome of your courage (or dumbfounding retardation) differs: Hanako-san will vanish or, for the more shit out of luck (in every sense of the word), you will be pulled into the toilet and killed. If you knock on her stall and receive a reply (and assuming you don''t immediately break the laws of physics during your escape), you still have the opportunity to walk away if you do not open the door. If, however, you insist on cornering little girls in toilet stalls, you may have just enough time after seeing Hanako to make a break for the exit and escape. Cow Head Everyone loves a good scary story; that false sense of fear that fills you with adrenaline if you happen to be short of cocaine that particular day. Of course, once the story is over and you''ve succeeded in giving your younger sibling bed-wetting night terrors, everything should go back to normal. Unless it doesn''t because you''ve apparently died of fucking fright. The story of Cow Head is apparently so terrifying, so horrific, so psychologically soul-wrecking, that the exact details of the tale have long since been lost. To hear it would leave you a violently trembling mess for days until you eventually died of fright (much like the effects of Stephanie Meyer''s writing on most of the general public). However, due to what Cracked assumes must be its Ringu-like superpowers, no full variation is known today, though mention of it can be found in various written accounts dating back to the 17th century. We must assume it is hard to recount a story to anyone if you''re...you know...dead. As the story itself remains largely unknown, there is little threat that you will hear Cow Head being passed around your cub-scout campfire any time soon. Giant Skeleton (Gashadokuro) If you are visiting Japan and find yourself staying out a bit too late into the night, you might re-consider taking that short route through the quiet streets in favour of booking a nearby motel. Not for fear of anything practical like street crime or the aforementioned perverts¡­ ...but rather for the 90 foot cannibal skeleton tailing you home. You''re likely to hear this oversized Halloween decoration before you spot it, as it announces itself by the sound it makes with its gnashing teeth and an odd ringing sensation in your ears (caused by what we presume to be your sonic-like shriek at the sight of a skeleton the size of a building hovering over you). The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Moving with the quiet grace of a towering ballerina, the Gashadokuro will catch you unawares and deftly pluck you from where you stand. Cleanly removing your head like a Ken doll, it will sate its otherworldly thirst and anger by swigging your lifeblood like a delicious smoothy. Seeing as the Gashadokuro is made from the skeletal remains of starvation victims, buying the thing a cheeseburger might not be a bad idea. Red Cloak/Red Mantle (Aka Manto) Let''s assume for a moment that you, like many, enjoy the basic human function of going to the bathroom. Perhaps you''ve had a few too many servings of sake and make a mad dash for the ladies toilets closest to you. This article assumes you are either a lady yourself or one of those beloved perverts so popular to the Japanese culture. As you enter the bathroom and try to avoid physical contact between your ass and the scurvy-infested toilet sear, you suddenly hear a voice. "Do you like the red cloak or do you like the blue cloak?" After sitting uncomfortably for a few seconds, wondering what possessed someone to break the cardinal rule of keeping their mouths shut during toilet-time, you answer with hesitation: "The Red Cloak!¡± According to your answer, there are a variety of hilarious outcomes: If you answered "Red Cloak", you will be sliced apart like a steakhouse special. According to who is telling the story, your throat may be cut, your hands chopped off, or you will simply be cut into pieces until the blood flowing down your fricasseed remains resembles a "red cloak". Well Shit! You may be thinking, I''ll just answer "blue cloak" then! Good idea, captain. Now take a deep breath! You''re going to need it when the life is being slowly strangled out of you. The result leaves your humorously tongue-lolled face a strong blue. Thus, the "blue cloak". Sitting in your stall and ruminating on your options, you may be wondering which of these two you prefer? Well fear not, intrepid Cracked reader! Due to the foresight of reading this article, you are well prepared! According to some variations of this legend, choosing a third color or choosing "neither" will spare you a gruesome death...or cause the very earth to open under you and swallow you alive. Teke-Teke Japan is to suicide what America is to apple pie. Nowhere is the theme more prevalent, as the locals will check out for any reason: from bad relationships to poor grades. Ghost stories are no different, as the majority of urban legends involving spirits usually stem from the unhappy Casper jumping headlong into the path of an oncoming train or stringing himself up from the closest available chandelier. The Teke-Teke is said to have been a woman who either jumped or fell in the path of an oncoming subway train and was severed in half. Seeing as being cut in half can sort of ruin your day, her anguish and anger gave rise to the Teke-Teke. Now, she roams throughout Japan in the form of a torso, dragging herself along with her claw-like hands. The sound she makes while moving is described as a "teke-teke-teke" sound as she propels herself using her elbows to frightening speeds (why is there no F1 circuit for this sort of thing?) Assuming you haven''t already left a trail of dust and piss in your wake, the Teke-Teke will launch herself toward you like the world''s angriest sideshow attraction, produce a scythe, and cut your slow ass in half. Teke-Teke produce more Teke-Teke this way, as you are doomed to become one yourself if caught. Told mostly as a cautionary tale to keep children from staying out past dusk, we suggest you listen to your overbearing mothers and not stay out too late. Split Mouth Woman (Kuchisake-Onna) The moral of most Japanese urban legends seem to consist of "don''t go anywhere by yourself. Ever." The story of the Kuchisake-Onna, or "Split Mouth Woman" is no different. Except that you are doubly unfortunate if you happen to be a child (We assume your legs are stubby and slow and we can thusly outrun you). If you happen to be a snotty pubescent walking alone one day, you might consider taking a different route if you are suddenly approached by a female figure in a trench-coat. Now, before you assume that this will be a harmless display of kibbles and bits, rest assured: You will be shown something. Unfortunately, it will not be the coveted boobies. The Kuchisake-Onna will appear as a tall woman in a trench-coat with long, black hair. Her most telling feature is the surgical mask covering the bottom half of her face. She will approach you and ask you a question: "Am I beautiful?" If you reply, "No!" Your troubles are over. Mainly because she will produce a comically oversized pair of scissors and remove your head. Ah! You''re thinking, So I''ll answer "yes!" In which case she will remove her mask to reveal her grotesquely mutilated face, her smile sliced from ear to ear. "Am I still beautiful?" She will ask again. If you have some kind of twisted Joker fetish and reply, "yes", she will take the aforementioned scissors, chase you down, and slice you in half. If you reply "no", she''ll do it anyway. Some people just can''t be satisfied. If you don''t fancy a haircut with too much off the top, your best bet is a neutral reply, such as "You''re so-so", or "average". This will confuse the Split Mouth Woman, giving you just enough time to run like all the hounds of hell are at your heels (or in this case, a crazy bitch with a giant pair of scissors)