Cerita Hantu Jepang Novels & Stories

Seeing that, the old man then got up to start looking for the book that contained information about the Northbay Sea. After a while, Gerald couldn’t help but feel bored. Staring at the fire before him, he was suddenly reminded of the old man’s ability to conjure fire out of thin air. Since Jobson could do the same, Gerald was prompted to ask, “Say, senior? Do you know anything about ninjas?” “No idea what they are,” replied the old man as he picked another dusty book up before starting to flip through it. “I see… Well, back when I was in Japan, I met an elder who was capable of summoning fire out of thin air, just like you,” said Gerald.

Daisy recalled her period of time in Japan. If she wasn’t too haunted by the death of a girl student who lived in the same house with her colleague called Hana. She wouldn’t have gone to the bar, wouldn’t have gotten drunk and all of the bad problems didn’t happen. Having sex with a strange, unknown man.

“You remember my girlfriend, Akira Basilio.” “They know who I am.” Akira grinned before waving a hand towards the tombstones. “Hello.” The burnt candle wicks crackled and it made the flames dance for a second, almost as if Nanang and Papang were actually present there responding to their gestures. All Soul’s Day pulled emotion and symbolism from anyone who has lost someone, but Akira knew better. She knew that flames dancing was just the wind, weird images in the mirror were just lighting tricks, and sleep paralysis demons who watch people in their sleep were just products of an overactive imagination.

Beatrice started shouting— “It looks like there’s something else. The blood clouds have disappeared. Higurashi Shrine has been razed to the ground. A Japanese government helicopter exploded for no apparent reason… Brother-in-law has gone missing!” “Dozens of skeletons remain on Mount Higurashi.”

"It's not business. Just a friendly tip—he's Ms. Fox's friend, no?" Kathleen quickly noticed that Charlie might be up to something and told Claire, "Just leave him be. The Japanese do believe in the supernatural, just like Oskians, and some of their beliefs and traditions share the same roots as Oskia." Since Kathleen had put it that way, Claire knew there was no reason to keep dissuading Charlie and nodded at him. "You should keep it short and remember to stop if he doesn't look interested." "Yeah, don't worry," Charlie winked at Claire and promptly dashed outside.

says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get redder and redder like a tomato. “End of the line, was it Fuujin or Raijin, or a constellation or something inhuman not even known to humankind or from a folklore not from Japan at all, was it from a chinese mythology or perhaps western Europe. Perhaps it may have been from India too…. I’m done.” Says Ayame and lays on the ground looking at the ceiling. “No use~… These guys don’t even know what their leader is.” The yokai fall unconscious from holding their breath for too long one by one like dominoes.

hskk. “What is that sound?..” the surroundings were quiet, but I could hear a sound as if something was cracking 3:00 am At exactly 3 am, a strange black shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of her room! “Who are you? What are you doing here in my GF’s room !?” the shape of the shadow slowly formed and gave the appearance of a large hairy man. “A Kapre!!” (Kapre is a Filipino horror myth that appears like a person with a hairy body and a face of an ancient people)

And remember, not all of the stories I tell you are true. ++++++++++ Friend No. 1: Japanese Doll This story was from a batchmate of mine during high school. It happened back in her first year of college near Intramuros. They said that during those days, a male classmate of theirs brought an old Japanese Doll. It’s the kind that sings, I don’t even remember why he bought it. Maybe it was just for show. While lunchbreak was ongoing, their classmate made the doll sing by turning it on. The sound was scary, they said, kind of like a chant. Of course, since none of the Japanese languages were familiar to any of them, they couldn’t understand it.

So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading. “What did she see?”Beth asked softly,both scared and intrigued to hear the answer. “She saw her,”Ethan said,motioning towards the portrait,”aimlessly walking about and finally vanishing at the top of the stairs.” “Ethan,are you pulling my leg?”Beth asked in a mock serious tone.”Ghost stories scare the living daylights out of me.” Ethan pulled her into a full embrace,burying his face in her hair.It felt so good being in his arms,feeling safe and wanted.