The Mysterious Kiyotaki Tunnel
The mysterious and eerie kiyotaki tunnel is located in the town of saga kyo taki on the island of Honshu in Japan's Kyoto prefecture, in the Kansai region of the island of Honshu, and is 444 meters long, with the Japanese word for for sounding the same as the word for death.
All those who are superstitious or weak of heart should avoid this tunnel, which was built in the late 1920s by slave labor with the goal of enabling a railway line to be built connecting the town to Arashiyama City, which is nearby.
There were terrible working conditions and a dangerous atmosphere combined with frequent earthquakes that resulted in the deaths of many members the company's labor force.
Hundreds of construction workers died during the course of the project, and some were left to decay where they fell, while others were given simply a final resting place.
A short distance away from the tunnel, the railway line was eventually replaced with a road, and in the years since, there have been several reports of strange and terrifying happenings within the tunnel walls, including sightings of strange apparitions and even the ghosts of the deceased workers appearing in people's vehicles as they pass through the tunnel, and voices can be heard through an array of screens and mutterings emanating from within the darkness. The tunnel is located between the cities of Chicago and Detroit.
Others have reported feeling queasy as soon as they approach the tunnel; some attribute this to poor air quality caused by high exhaust gases, while others believe it is due to an unpleasant stench of death in the air that remains within the automobile for hours after it has passed through.
Several motorists claim that their car is buffeted by strong winds as they pass through the tunnel, and that when they exit, their car is covered in dirty handprints. There have also been reports of a terrifying woman in white who haunts the entrance to the tunnel at night, her featureless face crying chillingly at all who enter, and she has been known to cause fatal accidents by jumping into the path of oncoming traffic on the majority of occasions.
The Kiyotaki tunnel is rather safe to drive through; however, you must avoid glancing into your rearview mirror at all times; if you do, you will die a horrible death four days later as a result of seeing your own police officers peering back at you.
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The Myth of Cow Head Man
Tamaki Hattori was working as a teacher at an all-boys school, the day had started out stressfully for him because he had been tasked with chaperoning a school trip to a remote village that had historical significance.
Tamaki eventually gave up trying to discipline the students and instead looked out the window at the passing scenery and the small villages that passed by, which he found to be quite beautiful and peaceful.
The boys continued to cause a commotion, and he caught a glimpse of some of them teasing a quiet little boy named Ichiro out of the corner of his eye.
He watched as Ichiro was bullied and felt bad that he didn't defend himself in the same way he had when he was younger and in school, but he knew that intervening would only encourage the boys to pick on Ichiro even more.
The students looked at each other and Tamaki realized he would have to be more persuasive "it's a scary story" he said "a story you have never heard before would you like me to tell you" the students looked at each other and Tamaki realized he would have to be more persuasive "it's a story that's forbidden to tell but I will" the students looked at each other and Tamaki realized he would have to be more persuasive "it's a scary story" he said
As the students took their positions, each of them was intrigued by the teacher's promise to tell a scary story; much to Tamaki's relief, ichiro's bully stopped peeking around the corner and joined them in their seats. "Tell us the story then," one of the students said, and Tamaki smiled to himself.
*Akio, who lived in a village with his wife and son, told them about a man named akio who, after the floods destroyed his home, decided to travel to the next village in search of food and shelter. However, the journey was long and perilous, and the winter was harsh, and he realized he couldn't take his wife and son along the dangerous path ahead and would have to venture alone and return for them with assistance.*
*As he passed by a dead cow by the side of the path, he used his knife to slice open its belly, telling his wife and son to take shelter inside it. He also advised them to look for shelter elsewhere in the event he did not return by summertime. He bid his family goodbye and continued on his way to the next village, braving the bitter cold and treacherous paths.*
*The villagers were kind enough to take care of him when he collapsed due to hunger and exhaustion. When he finally woke up, he was still suffering from a fever and delirium had taken over. The villagers tried to prevent him from venturing out and urged he rest, but the man insisted with an axe in hand that he had to find his family. He was eventually successful in finding his family.*
*Then, in his delirious state, he imagined that the cow his wife and son were taking shelter in was actually alive and attacking them. He hacked the cow into pieces, killing his wife in the process, and then returned to the spot where he had left them.*
*The sun had set before the axe could be brought down to its final resting place. Akio had gone completely insane by this point, and he ripped off the cow's head and wore it for several days while chasing after his son, believing him to be a monster who had murdered his family, until he came upon a village.*
*As soon as the villagers saw the man with the cow's head, they charged at him and killed him. The son was taken into hiding in the village where he grew up, and years later he wrote about his father in his diary before deciding that this was not a story he wanted his children to know. He tore the pages out and scattered them when he traveled to another town.*
"That's not what really happened," ichiro said, cocking his head to one side and a mysterious smile on his face. His classmates began to make fun of him once more, and tamaki stood up and raised his hands in the air to silence them. "why do you think that?" tamaki asked ichiro. "I don't know." ichiro said. "I don't know." tamaki said. "I don't know." ichiro said, Ichiro gave a friendly smile.
He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and held it up, saying, "because I discovered the piece of paper on which the story of Gozu was written." His eyes suddenly turned white and he began to tell the tale of Gozu, which was so horrifying that his classmates begged him to stop, but ichiro wouldn't listen, insisting that he was a boy possessed by the story.
When the children didn't show up for school the next day, the parents organized a search party to look for them. They eventually discovered the bus in a ditch just a few kilometers away from the village where tamaki had seen the dead cow the day before.
As a result of the 911 call, the police arrived on the scene to find the school teacher and the children all in a catatonic state with foam coming from their mouths, with the exception of one, ichira, who was sitting alone in his seat smiling.
Asked about what had happened on the bus later, ichiro stated that he had informed his classmates of the story of Gozu, and that when the driver couldn't take it anymore, he crashed the bus. When the police asked him to repeat the story, he replied, "sure, I'll gladly tell you the true tale of Gozu."
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Tomino's Hell - Japanese Urban Legends
Late 90s Saturday nights in the outskirts of London, England, from 7 to 10 p.m, the underground solutions show on it was prime time, and the program had a huge and loyal following that tuned in each week to listen to the bizarre mix of ambient tunes experimental music and general commentary in banter.
On June 13, 1997, a horrible incident occurred at the station to which there were no witnesses, and the events that took place could only be pieced back together from the show's tape recordings at 7 pm; the show began as usual after the ambient zone with the presenter of that program exiting the station and leaving the host of the underground solution alone.
It was the last time anyone ever saw Jarvis alive. For the next 90 minutes, an electric mix of random noises was conveyed across the airwaves; that was until the phone rang, and Jarvis had received his first call of the night
The caller spoke curtly, "you should have received my letter today. Why won't you read it?" Jarvis was confused "what letter i didn't receive any letter, liar!" the voice spat back "is this how you treat your loyal fans?", "wait for a second," Jarvis stated, and then the line went dead.
He stared at the console before apologizing to his listeners and then asked them to stay tuned for the new music ahead. When he heard a crash from the station offices, he turned the music back up and went to investigate
He called out once, then twice, with no reply, before turning the light on and making his way down the hallway towards the offices
He turned another corner and called out again, without reply, before flicking the light switch on and quickly scanning the room. There was no one there; there was, however, a large stack of records on the floor that had fallen off a desk, and as he approached them to pick them up, another stack fell to the ground, nearly giving him a heart attack.
He laughed and then grabbed a bunch of them. As he did so, he noticed out of the corner of his eye a letter in his pigeonhole, when Jarvis was sure wasn't there when he came in or was it?
Returning to the desk just as the song ended, he faded out the music and flicked the microphone back on. He then told the listeners that the previous caller was correct. He had indeed received some mail. Tearing it open, he noticed that there was no return address and that the paper stock it was written on appeared to be handmade like old Japanese washi paper.
He informed his listeners that it looked like someone had sent him a poem entitled Tomino's Hell, his eyes scanned it, and he quickly realized that this was no ordinary poem. It was horrific, and he read the first verse to give his listeners a taste of its tone.
*The Elder Sister Vomits Blood*
*Younger Sister Breathes Fire*
*While Sweet Little Tomino Spits Up The Jewels*
He then stopped and asked them for a quick poll by calling in if they wanted to hear more; he said a song to play while continuing to read the rest of the poem to himself. It was disgusting, shocking, and pure evil.
It seemed. However, something compelled him to go on as he sat back in his chair,r his switchboard rapidly lit up, and he was pulled out of his trance and was convinced his listeners wanted to hear more
He answered a few calls, and every one of them begged to hear the poem; all by one; a lady's voice, almost in tears, pleaded with him not to read it aloud on air; she explained that the poem was based on an old Japanese curse and that if read out aloud Jarvis would surely die and his soul would suffer eternally in hell
Jarvis thought this was hilarious. The lady was now in a panic and tried desperately to warn him of the horrible repercussions before he laughed her off and hung up; Jarvis then went on to read the poem in its entirety that night, and what happened next will never fully be explained
Over the next hour, an unprecedented amount of unfortunate events occurred in the city of London. However, it was never confirmed just how many of the victims had been listeners of the show. It was written off as a mere coincidence by the authorities; however, in the months that followed, the general public could not understand how so many people from so many walks of life could fall ill and have horrible accidents. Some even die in such awful ways so quickly.
The radio broadcast had fallen silent soon after the reading of the poem that night, and Jarvis himself was found deceased at his desk, his entire head severed off with such clean precision it still baffles medical professionals to this day. The poem he had read aloud, well, that was not found at the scene; it had vanished without a trace.
A week later, after a brief hiatus, the station came back on air and continued to broadcast with the host of the show that was once before Jarvis's taking over the primetime slot of 7 to 10, never once failing to open the show in Jarvis's memory by reading a brief prayer from his notebook made from old Japanese washi paper.
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