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  • Japan may be known as the Land of the Rising Sun, but it still has its fair share of horror hiding in the shadows

  • In this video, we'll be exploring some of the most unsettling urban legends and ghost stories that get shared around after sundown

  • Several of these entries are first or second hand accounts, while others are overviews of folkloric creatures and rituals

  • They were all found on the Japanese website 2chan and were translated into English by my fellow youtube Phantasmal Wretched

  • If there are other Japanese legends you'd like me to cover or even legends from a different country

  • Let me know which in the comment section

  • Now without further ado... Ikimasho!

  • This is an allegedly true story that happened to my friend in Japan

  • He told me this story a long time ago, and the exact location escapes my mind,

  • but he relayed this story to me with so much conviction that I can't help but believe he was telling me the truth

  • What I do know is this incident definitely resulted in two deaths, and he himself had to be questioned by police over and over

  • It all happened when my friend and six of his co-workers at his part-time job were driving in the Chugoku region,

  • the westernmost region of Japan's main island, Honshu

  • They were driving out to see a suspension bridge

  • The seven of them were split up into two cars

  • My friend was the driver of the second car and had four passengers with him in

  • In the first car, which was driving ahead of them, were the manager and a couple

  • Although they set off in the morning, due to the many stops they had to make along the way,

  • the sun was already setting by the time they made it to the bridge

  • The suspension bridge ran across a very deep valley in the middle of a mountain

  • As they approached it the sky began to drizzle and fog began swirling around them

  • There was an open space just in front of the bridge

  • If the weather had been good

  • they would have just parked their cars there and crossed the bridge by foot then they would have come back

  • The other side of the bridge was a dead end and the structure had simply been left there for sightseeing purposes

  • The moment the first car reached the open space, however, it came to an abrupt stop

  • Seeing this my friend hit the brakes and the second car came to a screeching halt about ten meters behind the first

  • "What are they doing?" my friend asked his co-workers in the second car

  • They had no clue as to why the manager had stopped...

  • For some time those in the second car just sat there looking on

  • A few minutes passed, and the first car made no attempt to move, so my friend reached for his door handle

  • He was going to hop out and see what was going on

  • Right at the same time, the couple who were in the back seat of the first car suddenly jumped out in unison

  • Something wasn't right about their expressions

  • Alarmed, my friend too got out of his car and tried to walk over to them and ask what had happened...

  • but the couple, with their hands joined,

  • started sprinting

  • and in a flash they climbed over the guardrail at the edge of the open space and threw themselves over the other side

  • down into the valley...

  • The four of them in the second car were completely astounded

  • They all rushed to the guardrail and looked down into the valley below

  • but because of all the fog they couldn't see anything at the bottom

  • None of them could believe what had just happened and they all stood there in a daze

  • Soon they remembered that the manager was still in the car and they rushed to check on him

  • The manager was still sat in the driver's seat, his hands grasping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white

  • Under his breath he kept muttering the same phrase over and over...

  • "Mustn't go, mustn't go, mustn't go"

  • He wouldn't respond to them. There was nothing else they could do but call the police

  • The authorities soon arrived on the scene and the delirious manager was taken away in an ambulance

  • As you can imagine the couple who jumped over the side of the mountain were later found dead at the bottom

  • the rest of the group had to endure a seemingly endless interrogation by the police

  • In the end, with no evidence of foul play and nothing to go on,

  • the police concluded that the pair had simply decided to end their lives together

  • My friend later paid a visit to the manager at the hospital. Fortunately he seemed to be back to normal

  • He asked him what happened that day at the suspension bridge. Why did he stop the car so suddenly?

  • The manager told him that as they drew near the bridge a girl dressed in an old fashioned kimono

  • appeared out of the fog in front of their vehicle...

  • The startled manager immediately hit the brakes

  • the girl wore her hair short and was dressed like somebody from a historical drama, or maybe even someone from the meiji period

  • Of course this creeped him out and he wondered if maybe she needed help

  • but before he could react he noticed that his car was now surrounded

  • by a whole group of children, all dressed in a similar fashion to the girl...

  • Being a superstitious man, the manager sensed that he was in danger and quickly began chanting a mantra

  • According to him the children who surrounded the car all joined their hands together and started singing

  • "Kagome, Kagome... the bird in the cage"

  • At the same time the manager heard the children's voices in his head saying

  • Come with us!

  • Come with us!

  • The manager gripped the steering wheel and began chanting "mustn't go!"

  • "mustn't go!"

  • Next thing he knew the couple in the back seat behind him flew out of the car joined their hands with the children and

  • together they all started running towards the guardrails

  • "Of course the police didn't believe my story," the manager told my friend

  • "Well, I'm not even sure I believe it myself."

  • "You don't have to believe my managers experience," my friend told me

  • "But one thing's for certain..."

  • "That was indeed how that couple died, and I for one do believe him."

  • An interesting thing to point out is about the song 'Kagome' that the children were allegedly singing

  • Kagome is a children's game in which a group of children hold hands and walk in a circle around another child in the center

  • While doing so they chant the Kagome song

  • Everyone in Japan knows it

  • When the song stops the child in the middle tries to name the person standing directly behind them

  • the song itself has been a subject of much interest due to its mysterious lyrics and ominous tune

  • and several disturbing theories exist about it

  • One theory states that in olden times it wasn't uncommon for poor families to sell their children in order to survive

  • According to the theory they would use the Kagome game as a type of ritual to decide which child should be sold

  • At the end when the players finished singing the line 'who stands behind you now'

  • whichever child stood behind the person at the center would be the one to go

  • Since this was considered the will of the gods nobody could dispute the decision

  • I'm not sure how well-known this one is but it's one that's always tickled my fancy

  • The bath game, sometimes known as daruma-san, is a game that dates back a long way

  • The game itself carries with it huge risk, but also the potential for huge reward

  • According to legend, by conducting a simple ritual you can summon an entity known as daruma-san who will play a game of cat-and-mouse with you

  • The reward for winning is that you'll be blessed with amazing fortune

  • This one's not for the light hearted amongst you though

  • as a lot of bad things can happen to you if you decide to play the game

  • including death

  • Here are the rules:

  • To play, you'll need a bathroom with a bathtub

  • Only one person can play this game at a time, but don't worry... You won't really be playing alone

  • Step 1: wait until night time, just before bed

  • Step 2: fill up your bath with water and turn off all the lights

  • Step 3: take off your clothes and get into the bath. Make sure your body is facing the faucet

  • Step 4: close your eyes and begin to wash your hair

  • Step 5: as you wash your hair repeat the phrase

  • "Daruma san fell down. Daruma san fell down"

  • Make sure to keep repeating this the whole time you wash

  • Under no circumstances should you open your eyes...

  • Step 6: if everything's gone according to plan your head will be filled with the mental image of a woman standing in the bathtub

  • In this mental image she'll slip and fall face-first onto the tap, gouging out her right eye

  • She'll die in the process

  • Step seven: if after this mental image you feel a presence in the water behind you

  • do not turn around or open your eyes

  • Instead, ask aloud "Why did you fall?"

  • Step 8: there'll be no answer to your question. Just let it linger in the air for a moment

  • Then, with your eyes still firmly shut, step out of the bath and dry yourself off

  • This can be dangerous, so be careful not to slip as you get out

  • Step 9: you can now open your eyes

  • Head to your bedroom. It's time for bed

  • Do not turn on the bathroom lights. Do not drain the bath water until morning

  • Do not re-enter the bathroom after you leave and make sure to close the door behind you

  • Step 10: go to sleep

  • The ritual is now complete

  • As soon as you wake up in the morning the game will begin

  • The ghostly figure of daruma-san will follow you all day

  • You can tell who she is by her stained white clothes, her long black hair, and the fact that she's missing her right eye

  • Her left one is open and bloodshot

  • Throughout the day you'll occasionally feel her presence creeping up behind you. When you do, quickly look over your right shoulder

  • When you turn to look you probably won't see her

  • As the day goes on though, she'll get closer and closer

  • Do not let her touch you

  • If you sense that she's getting too close, shout "Tomare!" Meaning "stop!"

  • Shout this while swinging your arm in a chopping motion

  • Then... run. You've just stalled her and bought yourself some time. Put as much distance between you and her as possible

  • Use this Tomare command sparingly though. It'll become less effective with every use, so only say it when you really feel the need to

  • The game will only end when you manage to catch a glimpse of Daruma over your right shoulder

  • When you finally do see her, immediately shout "Kita!" meaning "I cut you loose!"

  • say this while swinging your arm like before

  • If you manage to do that before midnight

  • congratulations, you've won the bath game, and good fortune should be yours... for a time at least

  • Should you fail to spot her by midnight and cut her loose though, then I'm afraid you've lost the bath camera

  • Daruma will never stop following you

  • You can run as much as you like, but she'll always be close behind, and

  • eventually you'll need to sleep, giving her the opportunity to catch you either in person or in your dreams

  • When she catches you, well, that's the end...

  • Don't try to play this game more than once

  • On the second playthrough she'll start at the same distance

  • you caught sight of her last time, and you won't have enough time in the morning to get away

  • My old high school was ancient, around a hundred and twenty years old

  • It had had so many renovations in the past that its layout was a total mess

  • Even though it was a one-story building it had a staircase that led up from one end of the corridor to the ceiling, and inaccessible doors embedded into the walls for reasons lost the time...

  • The oddest of all of these incongruencies though was the watch cabin

  • From the outside it looked like a normal country house

  • Inside was a sleeping area big enough to fit 8 tatami mats, an old-style telephone, and a small kitchen area

  • I never knew why it was known as the watch cabin though, until the night of this incident...

  • My home was far from my school, so I'd sometimes stay overnight at a friend's house who lived more locally

  • One day though, I couldn't find anyone who could let me sleep over at their place

  • So I decided to spend the night in the disused watch cabin

  • Another person (a friend of mine) was going to stay there with me

  • We were in high spirits as we spread our futons on the floor, feeling like we were on a mini school field trip or something

  • We were talking and eating our dinner when,

  • unexpectedly, the old telephone started ringing

  • It made us both jump

  • Nobody was supposed to know we were here

  • I picked up the receiver

  • On the other end of the line was a school janitor

  • He was checking in on us

  • He said he was worried because we were staying at the watch cabin by ourselves

  • How he knew we were staying there was beyond us

  • Whichever janitor it was he must have seen us sneak in or something

  • He told us not to mess around too much and so on, the usual spiel

  • Just as I was about to hang up the phone he says "oh,"

  • "one last thing. Make sure to close the curtains on the west side of the cabin. You got that?"

  • Without thinking too much I said "sure" and hung up the old phone

  • When I thought about his words in more detail, however, they didn't make much sense to me

  • I didn't remember there being anything notable on the west side

  • "What's he talking about?" we asked each other as my friend and I looked out the west side window

  • What we saw there was a sinister looking old well encircled by a hemp rope, like the kind you might see at a shrine

  • Now up until that moment neither of us had ever noticed it because it was hidden away in a secluded spot,

  • wedged in-between the school building and the cabin

  • I felt a shiver run along my spine as soon as I laid eyes on it

  • "I don't know what it is about that well, but it's kind of creepy, isn't it?" I said to my friend

  • She agreed with me

  • We went to bed after rearranging our futon so they were side-by-side,

  • making sure they were closer now than before,

  • both of us feeling a little unsettled

  • I fell asleep quickly

  • I don't know how long I was asleep for but I awoke with chills around my shoulders

  • I looked around and noticed my friend was missing

  • The cabin itself didn't have a toilet, so I assumed she had gone to the teachers boarding house to do her business

  • I waited and waited, but she still hadn't returned

  • I opened the door and looked outside but there was no sign of her. I felt uneasy as I went back inside

  • Without thinking I opened the curtains on the west side of the cabin

  • There,

  • outside, I could see my friend standing in only her underwear beside the old well

  • Her hands were groped around her waist

  • It looked as though she was trying to pee

  • At first I felt a little shocked, but then closed the curtains and tried to go back to sleep

  • Still, I felt that something was off about the way she was moving

  • I stood up opened the curtains again and looked out

  • I almost screamed when I realized what she was actually doing

  • She wasn't groping her waist. She was trying to tie a rope around it. I just watched on in complete disbelief

  • When she had finished tying the rope around her waist

  • she bent down and began tying the other end to a large stone by her feet

  • I became so scared I couldn't utter a single word. Couldn't move!

  • The next thing I saw was a pale white hand come slithering out of the well

  • At first the hand was moving as if it was searching for something, and then stopped as it found the rope on the ground

  • My friend stood there with her head bent down, almost like she was in a trance, still and unresponsive

  • The white hands slowly began to tug on the rope

  • attempting to pull the stone into the well... to drag my friend down into it!

  • I was paralyzed with fear

  • It was then that my ears were filled with a shrill ringing which pierced the silence

  • It was the old telephone

  • Immediately I came to my senses and felt my body become lighter

  • before I knew it I was out of the door and running for the well

  • I grabbed ahold of my zombified friend and dragged her back inside the cabin, shouting her name over and over

  • She soon regained her senses - and began sobbing heavily

  • Relief washed over me and I began sobbing with her

  • We both knew we needed help so I grabbed the old telephone and brought the receiver to my ear

  • There was no dial tone at all. The telephone wasn't working...

  • We examined it, only to find that the telephone was only a shell

  • We hadn't noticed before but there were no machine parts inside it, let alone a telephone line

  • By all accounts, it should have never worked in the first place

  • It was only at a later date that we heard the story surrounding that old well

  • When the school first opened, students kept ending their lives by throwing themselves down the well

  • The school tried to bury the well, but everyone who worked on burying it started perishing one after another

  • In the end the school simply decided to give up on burying the well and instead renovated the school building itself

  • extending it in a way that enclosed the well and made it more or less hidden

  • Still, occasionally people would come and throw themselves down it

  • That's why they built the watch cabin

  • The school station the watchman inside to keep an eye on people to make sure nobody ever went near that well

  • Thing is, in the end, even the watchman threw himself into it

  • Since that day the watch cabin had remained empty

  • How did the telephone ring that night to warn us about closing the curtains?

  • Better question, who was the man who I spoke to on the phone?

  • I sometimes wonder if it was the old watchman still standing guard after all those years...

  • I was out hiking alone in Oita Prefecture one afternoon

  • Time got the better of me, and before I knew it the sun was already beginning to set

  • It would already be pitch-black by the time I made it halfway to my car

  • Rather than risk wandering around blindly in the wilderness

  • I decided it would be a better idea to stay the night at a hotel in one of the nearby towns

  • There was one a new nearby on the other side of a short high bridge that ran over a small valley

  • The valley itself was deep and sharp, sheer drops along both sides, and one specific spot along

  • It is relatively famous in the area for being a hot spot for jumpers

  • People who want to end their lives in a way that is both painless and guaranteed. This is of course tragic

  • but there are several places like this across the country

  • Perhaps you've heard of Aokigahara

  • Every so often the bodies of jumpers would be found at the bottom of the sheer drop

  • It's funny... They'd always be found in the exact same spot in the valley, meaning that they all jumped from the exact same spot above

  • That specific point on that specific side of the valley must have held some sort of deep significance that was lost on me

  • You'd have thought they would have jumped from the bridge itself

  • so as to not hit the jagged rocks on their way down

  • But this jumping spot was actually a half-mile or so away from the bridge

  • Perhaps that place was particularly beautiful or mentioned in some famous haiku or book or something. I never gave it much thought

  • Anyway, I was hastily making my way through the foliage trying to reach the bridge before it got too dark to see where I was

  • going

  • I came to a clearing in the trees and lo and behold I saw the bridge ahead of me

  • Thank God, I thought, I'm exhausted! This hike was a really bad idea

  • But wait...

  • Something wasn't quite right

  • I'd crossed this bridge maybe two times in the past and I always remembered there being some sort of small shrine by the bridgehead

  • just a small monument to ward off bad spirits and protect all those who crossed the bridge

  • The kind you find all over Japan in various places

  • I mean it was possible the shrine had just been removed

  • and the bridge sure looked identical to the one I crossed in the past, and I was sure it was meant to be around here

  • somewhere

  • Still, it just didn't feel the same... not without the shrine

  • They must have built a second bridge, I theorised

  • Maybe this town was becoming more popular with tourists, or maybe this one led to a different town altogether

  • I decided to wander around a little longer just to check if this was the right bridge or not

  • I didn't want to cross it only to find out it led to a different town

  • I walked along the edge of the valley staying out of the trees to make the most of the remaining sunlight

  • After about a half-mile of walking I came across another bridge

  • This one had the familiar shrine I remembered at the base of the entrance

  • Tired from the day's journey I hurriedly made my way over the bridge to the small town on the other side

  • I stumbled into a guest house and asked the host for a room

  • To tired to say anything

  • other than please and thank you, I zombie walked to my bed for the night and fell into a deep sleep

  • The next morning I woke feeling refreshed ready to make my way back to my car, now sure that I knew the quickest route back

  • At the breakfast table I got to chatting with the host of the guest house

  • "Business must be going well these days, huh?" I said to him

  • "Hmm, what makes you say that?" he asked

  • "The bridge's. You've built a second one across the valley. I figured it was because you're getting more tourists."

  • The host looked at me with a serious expression, his eyes large and I'm blinking

  • "You saw a second bridge?" He asked me

  • "Well, yeah, about a half-mile or so from the one I crossed.

  • You haven't seen it before?"

  • "Oh, I've seen it, but not really seen it. You haven't either."

  • I looked at him bewildered. What sort of cryptic thing to say was that?

  • "What do you mean?" I asked him

  • "It's not really there, the second one. It's a fake bridge, an illusion...

  • Many travellers have asked me about it

  • Well the ones that chose to cross the real bridge anyway

  • You've no doubt heard all the stories of people ending their lives by jumping from the cliffside

  • Well the people in this town know they're not jumping on purpose

  • They're stepping onto the wrong bridge by accident, the one that doesn't exist

  • As soon as they set foot on it, their bodies fall right through and they go tumbling over the side of the mountain

  • That's why the people are always found in the exact same spot

  • We've put signs up at the start of the second bridge warning people not to step onto it and that it's just a vision

  • Every time we plant a sign though it just mysteriously vanishes

  • We don't have an explanation for it... for any of it for that matter

  • In the end we gave up trying to put warning signs by the second bridge

  • Instead we built a shrine by the first

  • That way we thought we might be able to help a few superstitious souls pick the right bridge to cross

  • Are you alright? You've gone quite pale..."

  • With that I paid for my breakfast and rushed out of the guest house without a sound

  • In hindsight, I wish I'd thank the old host

  • after all, I had a lot to thank him for

  • I walked back out of town, making damn sure to cross the same bridge as the evening before

  • I made it back to my car and never returned to that town again

  • If you too happen to find yourself in Oita Prefecture and come across a bridge spanning a deep valley, check before you cross it

  • Pick the left bridge going into town and the right bridge when you leave

  • And make damn sure there's a shrine at the entrance

  • In Japanese folklore Kurokami-sama is both the name of an entity and a ritual

  • According to legend Kurokami-sama is a creature that wanders Japan, though the vast majority of sightings are from the Kanto region

  • particularly Tokyo

  • Its name describes its appearance with Kuro meaning black and kami meaning hair

  • It remains unclear whether Kurokami is an Onryo (namely a vengeful female spirit characterized by long black hair and white clothes)

  • or whether it's simply just a mass of black hair

  • The ritual involving kurokami-sama can be performed by anyone who feels like they've been the victim of bullying or power harassment

  • Though performing the ritual isn't without its risks

  • It should only be conducted by people looking to cause serious harm to those who have treated them unfairly

  • The sole purpose of the ritual is revenge

  • Begin by pulling out a strand of your own hair

  • Now, holding that strand, recite the name of the person or people who have wronged you, along with an explanation of what they've done

  • Finish by saying "may these wrongs be avenged"

  • Finally, go up to a high place

  • Say the words

  • "Kurokami-sama, please avenge my wrongs," and release the strand of hair so that it falls from the great height

  • The ritual is now complete. Simple right?

  • Over the course of the coming days and weeks those who have wronged you will meet with tragedy in one form or another

  • Their families may break apart and they may lose their job or all their savings

  • They may even lose their minds or fall victim to a terminal disease

  • Any other number of great misfortunes could befall them

  • With this ritual though comes one simple rule:

  • Once you've performed the ritual you can never tell another soul about it

  • If you share the details of the ritual or how to perform it afterwards, even just in passing,

  • those who wronged you will begin to see their lives improve while yours will become worse and worse

  • This could result in your demise or disappearance

  • At least one woman is known to have vanished altogether after divulging how to perform the ritual

  • Apparently her whereabouts remains unknown

  • Kurokami-sama punishes those who abuse their power

  • As for encountering the Kurokami entity itself on the street

  • Well, if you're a decent person you should be okay

  • If you've done anything untoward in the past though, such as treating people badly for no good reason,

  • Well, you might not be so lucky

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  • I'm currently speaking to you from Japan, hence the subject matter for this video. Yeah

  • I'm here in a sannomiya kobe in a hotel room

  • so if the audio sounds a little different than usual that explains why I'm here visiting my girlfriend and you know

  • I figured I might as well make a video about something Japanese. So hey presto. Here we go. I

  • Hope you enjoyed it. And if you did, let me know and maybe I can turn this into a series and who knows maybe

  • Maybe something will come of this

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