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They call me J., but you can call me tonight.☎️


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(10.PM) Sun.19/10
Anonymous: HOW DO YOU TURN OFF THE SCARY AUTOPLAY OMFG

Put a ring of salt around yourself as soon as possible. 

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(07.PM) Sun.19/10

It’s after 10 PM…why do I feel so sleepy?

I feel like time went by way too quickly today. This is like one of the stories from the movie, “Tales from the Dead”. In it, the protagonist notices the time going by very quickly and finds out that a strange yet perky old man was borrowing his time to make sure that it was good enough to sell to dead people. 

If somebody’s borrowing my time, I hope they’re using it well. 

Because of my job, I was transferred to another part of the country. My company paid for a rental home where my family and I were going to live temporarily. It was a big house located on a mountainside. The only problem was that it was quite old and dilapidated. 

We had been living there for about a month when my daughter found something strange in the garden. It was a small box. When she showed it to me, I had a very ominous feeling about it. I took it away from her immediately and told her I was going to dispose of it.  If only I had just thrown the wretched thing away, none of this would ever have happened. For some reason I can’t explain, I decided to burn the box. A few days later, something disastrous occurred. One of my close friends was in a car accident. The vehicle suddenly burst into flames. My poor friend was trapped in the wreckage and burned alive. She was dead before the firemen arrived on the scene.  A short time after that, another friend of mine endured a tragic mishap. He was building a bonfire outside his home when he accidentally set his clothes on fire. He suffered severe burns on the right side of his face and his right arm.

I went to visit my friend when he was recovering in the hospital, and he told me exactly what had occurred. He said that a few days before the accident happened, he had a strange dream that his body was on fire. Although I have never believed in superstitions, I had an eerie feeling that it had something to do with the box my daughter found. I immediately went home and searched the garden, looking for the hole where I had burned the box. I found it and when I picked it up, a terrible feeling of coldness washed over my entire body. Inside the charred box were three dolls; traditional Japanese dolls, wearing kimonos. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side, and the third was untouched by the flames. When I picked up the doll that had been half-burned, the kimono fell away in tatters. That’s when I saw the back of the doll. I stared in horror. The name of my friend was carved into the doll’s back. The name of my other friend, the one who died, was carved on the back of the doll that was completely burned. The doll that was left untouched had my name carved into it.  A chill ran down my spine and I was left wondering who would do such a thing.  Who could have left the dolls in my garden? I don’t have any enemies. There was no reason for anyone to have a grudge against me. I couldn’t make sense of it. I took my wife and daughter and moved out of the house immediately. We couldn’t just throw away the dolls, so we left them in a Buddhist temple. Even now, the words of the Buddhist monk who accepted them are still trapped in my mind:

“I tried to perform a blessing on these dolls to remove the curse, but it is not possible. The grudge which is stuck to these dolls is not human in origin…”

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(09.PM) Sat.18/10
(05.PM) Sat.18/10
"Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something."
— Unknown 

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(01.AM) Sat.18/10
(12.AM) Sat.18/10 #me

Ever since I was a child, I have always had a morbid fear of insects, especially cicadas. In Japan, we call them “higurashi”.  They are large black and brown insects with wings and they make a horrible high-pitched noise like “Jijijijij! Jijijijiji! Jijijiji!”. Some people who have heard it say it sounds like they are screaming.

A few weeks ago, I had a very scary and disturbing experience. This is not a ghost story, but it is a true story.

I am a single woman in my late 20s and I live alone. One weekend, I went to stay with some friends of mine who live in another city. I came home on Sunday night and when I arrived back at my apartment, it was already white late. I unlocked the door and as soon as I stepped inside, I had the strangest feeling that something was very wrong.  I heard an unexpected and eerie noise.

“Jijijiji! Jijijijiji! Jijijijiji!”

Cautiously, I walked towards the sounds and when I got to the kitchen, I was shocked by what I saw. The white walls were covered in cicadas. There must have been about 100 of the horrible insects and they were all perched on the wall, making that horrible high-pitched screech. The sight of them made my eyes well up with tears and gave me a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Where could they have come from?” I wondered. “Did I accidentally leave a window open? Did they come through the ventilation fan?” As I got closer to the hordes of screaming cicadas on the wall, I noticed something that filled me with terror: They weren’t moving. Each and every one of the cicadas was fixed to the wall with a pin. I immediately ran out of the apartment. When I was out on the street, I called the police and waited anxiously for them to arrive. Two officers showed up and searched my apartment. They didn’t find anything out of place. Nothing had been stolen, there were no signs of forced entry on the front door, and all of the windows were shut tight. The police came to the conclusion that someone must have broken in while I was away and pinned the cicadas to the wall. They said that the intruder might have entered through a small window in the bathroom.

The most frightening thing about this situation to me is that my apartment is located on the fifth floor of the building.

 

reallyreallyreallytrying:

me: what a lovely day! even the flowers are singing!

flowers (singing): the sins of our forefathers bind us to the dirt

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(09.PM) Fri.17/10
【The Glittering City of Yusnaan】
→ by 鈴木光人
→ from Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy XIII
595 plays

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(07.PM) Fri.17/10
"sleeping by myself
curled up like a question mark
come and answer me"
— Haiku, Eliza Kane 

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(11.PM) Thu.16/10
It only costs $0.00 to keep it real
(10.PM) Thu.16/10
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