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A Japanese Folklore

By M.Kamran ShaukatPublished about a month ago 2 min read

In the bustling streets of Tokyo, where neon lights illuminated the night sky and the hum of life filled the air, there lived a young schoolteacher named Hiroki. He was well-liked by his students and admired by his colleagues for his dedication to his work and his kind demeanor. Despite his busy schedule, Hiroki always made time to explore the city's vibrant neighborhoods, immersing himself in its rich culture and history.

One chilly evening, as Hiroki made his way home from a long day at school, he noticed a peculiar figure standing at the end of a dimly lit alley. She was a woman dressed in an elegant coat, her face partially concealed by a surgical mask—a common sight in the crowded city streets. Intrigued by her mysterious presence, Hiroki approached her with a polite smile.

"Excuse me, miss," he said, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Are you lost? Can I help you find your way?"

The woman turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. With a soft, melodic voice, she thanked Hiroki for his kindness before revealing her true intentions.

"I am Kuchisake-onna," she said, her words sending a chill down Hiroki's spine. "The Slit-Mouthed Woman."

Hiroki recoiled in horror as the woman removed her mask, revealing a gruesome gash stretching from ear to ear, her mouth contorted into a grotesque smile. Frozen with fear, Hiroki listened as Kuchisake-onna recounted her tragic tale—a story of betrayal and vengeance that had condemned her to wander the earth in search of victims to share in her suffering.

With trembling hands, Hiroki reached into his pocket and pulled out a small talisman—a gift from his grandmother, who had warned him of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. Clutching the talisman tightly, he summoned his courage and prepared to face the malevolent spirit before him.

Driven by a morbid curiosity and a desire to escape his impending doom, Hiroki asked Kuchisake-onna a series of questions, hoping to outsmart the malevolent spirit and secure his freedom. But with each answer, Hiroki realized the futility of his efforts, as Kuchisake-onna's laughter echoed through the desolate alley, sealing his fate.

With a swift movement, Kuchisake-onna drew a gleaming pair of scissors from beneath her coat, her eyes gleaming with malice as she advanced towards Hiroki. Desperate to escape, Hiroki fled into the darkness, his heart pounding in his chest as he raced through the winding streets of the city.

But no matter how fast he ran or how far he traveled, Hiroki could not escape the relentless pursuit of Kuchisake-onna, her haunting laughter echoing in his ears as he disappeared into the night.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but Hiroki's encounter with Kuchisake-onna continued to haunt him, the memory of her chilling smile etched into his mind like a scar. Though he tried to convince himself that it was just a nightmare, he knew deep down that the danger was real—that somewhere out there, in the shadows of the city, Kuchisake-onna lurked, waiting to claim her next victim.

And so, the legend of Kuchisake-onna lived on, a cautionary tale whispered among the shadows of Tokyo—a reminder of the dangers that lurked in the darkness and the consequences of crossing paths with the supernatural.

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M.Kamran Shaukat

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