Note: Sorry for the lack of replies. I took on some unrelated translations, and I’m just now getting to building up a queue here again. The first couple of stories I started to translate took a turn for the WTF (crossing over the line that I’m willing to post), so the first few from today might not be of the best quality. I’m hoping to get some decent work done in the next week or two, so hopefully I’ll get to replies soon.
This is true all happened to myself. I’m sorry if it is too long I will cut things out and make it shorter :)
Since I was young I use to have a lot of paranormal stuff happen to me. The earliest one I can remember was in my childhood home something was in our attic. I never went up there but, I would hear it, it would sometimes run back and forth from the spare room to the master bedroom but the thing is the attics didn’t meet up.
The Kato family was living in a small village of a certain prefecture. The grandfather, Takamasa, a 99-year-old man who never left his bed; his 5-year-old grandson, Ken; and the child’s mother and father, Atsuko and Takao.
Every day, Atsuko and Takao left home for work. Ken was a curious child, and he spent his time exploring the house as if he were on an adventure. One day, he opened a sliding door to a closet and saw that one of the boards covering the entrance to the attic had been moved aside. Having become tired of exploring the same few rooms day after day, he climbed up the pile of futons in the closet and made his way above the ceiling.
I first noticed it when my girlfriend came over to help me clean up my messy apartment. I’m bad at cleaning things up, so my apartment sometimes gets filled with garbage bags and junk that I just don’t know what to do with. It’s not like I’m a hoarder or anything, I mean I can watch TV and there’s room to walk and everything, but I do kind of a half-assed job of cleaning on my own. I’m a guy living on my own, and my apartment reflects that.
Because of that, my girlfriend will sometimes come over to help me clear everything out. That day was the same as any other time she came over. We started on opposite sides of the room. Whenever she came across any books or anything else that wasn’t obviously trash, I’d decide whether or not it was something I needed. If it wasn’t, we’d throw it out. The room was starting to look alright when my girlfriend pointed something out to me.
A young woman named Kana was living with her parents and grandmother. Her grandmother had always had a good nature, but in recent years she spent most of her time sleeping and she grew more and more eccentric. She didn’t only become clingy and more likely to complain to Kana’s mother, who took care of her, but she would also say some very depressing things.
What are your favourite creepychan articles? I know you posted them on tokimekiwaku before but i cant find the post :(
Oh yeah, sorry I deleted them like I do with all of my text posts on my main blog :-( sorry!! A lot of them are old and have been reposted tons of times… and some even have different versions and you probably have a high chance of having read them before but here you go!
I was on the subway. It was me alone and there were 3 people sitting across from me. It was perfectly fine, until I noticed that the women in the middle kept staring at me. She wouldn’t stop. Her eyes were wide open and she never stopped to look the other way.
Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar’s music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend’s phone to call mine.
There was a two-story wooden building next to the preschool I went to. It used to be part of the university adjacent to my school, but it had been closed down at some point. I didn’t know that at the time, though. All I know was that the teachers would…
My sister was working as an art teacher, and she rented out a crappy studio apartment. It wasn’t to live in; rather, she wanted a place to paint. It seemed like such a waste to have an apartment rented out but no one living in it, so I asked if she’d let me live there. Luckily, she agreed.
It was the first time I had ever lived by myself, so I was excited as I made my way to the apartment. As soon as I got inside, I locked the deadbolt and chain lock on the door. I made dinner, read a bit, and just wasted the night away appreciating the fact that I was alone.
Before I went to bed, I checked to make sure the door was still locked and that the gas was turned off.
It must have been about two or three in the morning when I heard the front door open. I guess she came to get some work done, I thought. Good luck, sis! I dozed in and out of consciousness as I heard her mumbling and giggling to herself.
Huh. I guess artists really are strange, I mused. At some point, I fell back asleep.
When I woke up, my sister was nowhere to be seen. Caught up in my respect for her devotion to art, I left the apartment.
When I locked the door, I was suddenly taken over by fear.
There was a scary story that went around my elementary school.
In the science room there was one of those anatomical models, the kind where one half looks like a normal person and the other half looks skinless—you can see the blood vessels, muscles, organs, and everything else on the inside. You know what I mean, right? Well, at night, supposedly the model comes to life and can move around and talk.
One summer night, two friends and I dared each other to go and check it out. We went to the school, and to prove that we had gone and touched it, we agreed to put stickers on the model’s head.
I was chosen as the first person to go.
Beforehand, we had stolen a key to the science room, so I unlocked the door and after gathering my courage, I went into the room.
“What do I do if it actually talks…?”
I was really scared, so I closed my eyes tightly as I walked towards the model. Realizing that being close to it with my eyes closed was even scarier, I opened my eyes without thinking.
Right in front of me was the white, expressionless face of the model.
“Aaahhh!” I cried out, surprised by how close it was. But, after looking at it for a moment, I realized it wasn’t all that scary. “It’s just a doll after all.” And with that, I slapped a sticker on its head.
I left the school just fine, and the other two also came back without incident. Needless to say, nothing actually happened.
A girl was studying late at night and she was listening to the radio. The station was taking calls from people, and they would tell ghost stories. Then the DJ would rate them (haha). When the segment is over, the DJ would replay all the ghost stories in case some listeners have missed it. So one caller called and started to tell his story.
This happened to my friend a few years ago in Japan. She was just an ordinary university student, except having some spiritual sense. She told me that this experience was the most bizarre thing to ever happen in her life.One night, she had a dream.
I pulled the car to the side of the road right before the tunnel and stopped there for a few minutes.
I felt kind of stupid being there, but the atmosphere was definitely eerie.
Maybe it’s because the tunnel ahead of us was said to be haunted.
After we took a short rest, we decided it was time to go into the tunnel.
This is the first time I had ever done anything like that, so my excitement was doubled. We all new we should have been more mature about it considering our age, but even my friends’ eyes had a certain glimmer that was reminiscent of a child waiting in line for a ride at an amusement park.