Hanako Urban Legend Mga Nobela at Kwento

They both take a seat there and he continues- “Now then we were speaking about the ‘Akaname’, right?” “It was the ‘Tenjo kudari’.” says Ayame while correcting him. “Yes, the ‘Tenjo kudari’ as you told us about. Could you describe it from your point of view just so I know that you two saw the same thing?” “Sure. It was quite huge, had a long neck and had a creepy smile as it played doll house with the two of them.” “Hm! Okay! We definitely messed up one thing brat. The fact that it wasn’t a licker but a hanger.

Hanny was vastly devastated this time around. “What should we do! What should we do! The cracks are growing wider and wider!” Evania got drowned deeper and deeper within her panic, fear, and also agitation. “There must be something which we can do! Something! There must be something, Friends...” suggested Sumico, walking here and there at her spot. “What’s that, Sumico?” asked Hanny and Evania simultaneously, also within their panic, fear, and anxiety. “According to the urban-legend and so-called ‘myth’, based on the crucial essential pictures engraved on the gigantic stone on the sacred hill, our three drops of blood...”