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Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by AccidentalGenius: 11:23pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
Eight Feet Tall or “Hachishakusama” is a Japanese urban legend about a tall woman who abducts children. She is 8ft tall, wears a long white dress and makes a sound like “Po… Po… Po… Po… Po…”
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Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by AccidentalGenius: 11:26pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
My grandparents lived in Japan. Every
Summer, my parents would take me there on
holiday to visit them. They lived in a small
village and they had a big backyard. I loved
to play there during the Summer. When we
arrived, my grandparents always welcomed
me with open arms. I was their only
grandchild, so they spoiled me.
The last time I saw them was the Summer
when I was 8 years old.
As usual, my parents booked a flight to Japan
and we drove from the airport to my
grandparents house. They were delighted to
see me and had a lot of little presents to give
me. My parents wanted to have some time by
themselves, so after a few days, they took a
trip to another part of Japan, leaving me in
the care of my Grandma and Grandpa.
One day, I was playing out in the backyard.
My grandparents were inside the house. It
was a hot Summer’s day and I lay down on
the grass to rest. I stared up at the clouds and
enjoyed the feeling of the soft rays of the sun
and the gentle breeze. Just as I was about to
get up, I heard a strange sound.
“Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po…”
I didn’t know what it was and it was hard to
figure out where it was coming from. It
sounded almost like somebody was making
the noise themselves… as if they were just
saying, “Po…Po… Po…” over and over again
in a deep, masculine voice.
I was looking around, searching for the
source of the noise when I suddenly noticed
something on top of the tall hedges that
enclosed the backyard. It was a straw hat. It
wasn’t resting on the hedge, it was behind it.
That’s where the sound was coming from.
“Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po…”
Then, the hat began to move, as if someone
was wearing it. The hat stopped at a small
gap in the hedge and I could see a face
peering through. It was a woman. But, the
hedges were high… almost 8 feet tall… |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by AccidentalGenius: 11:27pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
I was surprised at how tall the woman was. I
wondered if she was wearing stilts or some
sort of huge high heeled shoes. Then, a split
second later, she walked off and the strange
noise disappeared with her, fading into the
distance.
Bewildered, I got up and wandered back into
the house. My grandparents were in the
kitchen drinking tea. I sat down at the table
and, after a while, I told my grandparents
what I had seen. They weren’t really paying
attention to me, until I mentioned that
distinctive sound.
“Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po…”
As soon as I said that, both of them suddenly
froze. Grandma’s eyes grew wide and she
covered her mouth with her hand. Grandpa’s
face became very serious and he grabbed me
by the arm.
“This is very important,” he said, in an
intense voice. “You must tell us exactly… How
tall was she?”
“As tall as the garden hedge,” I replied,
beginning to get scared.
My grandfather bombarded me with
questions… “Where was she standing? When
did this happen? What did you do? Did she
see you?”
I tried to answer all his questions as best I
could. He suddenly rushed out to the hallway
and made a phonecall. I couldn’t hear what
he was saying. I looked over at my Grandma
and she was trembling.
Grandpa came barging back into the room
and spoke to my grandmother.
“I’ve got to go out for a while,” he said. “You
stay here with the child. Don’t take your eyes
off him for a second.”
“What’s going on, Grandpa?” I cried.
He looked at me with a sad expression in his
eyes and said, “You’ve been liked by
Hachishakusama.” |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by AccidentalGenius: 11:29pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
With that, he hurried out, got into his truck
and drove off.
I turned to my grandmother and cautiously
asked, “Who’s Hachishakusama?”
“Don’t worry,” she replied in a shaking voice.
“Grandpa will do something. There’s no need
for you to worry.”
As we sat nervously in the kitchen waiting for
my grandfather to come back, she explained
what was happening. She told me there was a
dangerous thing that was haunting the area.
They called it “Hachishakusama” because of
its height. In Japanese, “Hachishakusama”
means “Eight Feet Tall”.
It takes on the appearance of an extremely
tall woman and it makes a sound like “Po…
Po… Po…” in a deep, male voice. It appears
slightly diffently, depending on who sees it.
Some say it looks like a haggard old woman
in a kimono and others say it is a girl in a
white funeral shroud. One thing that never
changes is its height and the sound it makes.
A long time ago, it was captured by monks
and they managed to confine it in a ruined
building on the outskirts of the village. They
trapped it using 4 small religious statues
called “jizos” that they placed at the North,
South, East and West of the ruins and it
wasn’t supposed to be able to move from
there. Somehow it managed to escape.
The last time it appeared was 15 years ago.
My grandmother said that anyone who saw
Eight Feet Tall was destined to die within a
few days.
It all sounded so crazy, I wasn’t sure what to
believe. |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by AccidentalGenius: 11:32pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
When Grandpa came back, there was an old
woman with him. She introduced herself as
“K-san” and handed me a small crumpled
piece of parchment, saying, “Here, take this
and hold it.” Then, she and Grandpa went
upstairs to do something. I was left alone in
the kitchen with my grandmother again.
I needed to go to the toilet. Granny followed
me to the bathroom and wouldn’t let me shut
the door. I was beginning to get really
frightened by all this.
After a while, Grandpa and K-san took me
upstairs and brought me into my bedroom.
The windows were covered in newspaper and
lots of ancient runes had been written on
them. There were small bowls of salt in all
four corners of the room and a small Buddha
figure placed at the center of the room on top
of a wooden box. There was also a bright
blue bucket.
“What’s the bucket for?” I asked.
“That’s for your pee and poo,” Grandpa
replied.
K-san sat me down on the bed and said,
“Soon, the sun will be setting, so listen
carefully. You must stay in this room until
tomorrow morning. You must not come out
under any circumstances until 7 o’clock
tomorrow morning. Your grandmother and
your grandfather will not speak to you or call
you until then. Remember, do not leave the
room for any reason until then. I will let your
parents know what is going on.” |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by AccidentalGenius: 11:34pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
She spoke in such a grave tone that all I could
do was quietly nod my head.
“You have to follow K-san’s instructions to
the letter,” Grandpa told me. “And never let
go of the parchment she gave you. And if
anything happens, pray to Buddha. And make
sure you lock this door when we leave.”
They walked out into the hallway and after
saying goodbye to them, I closed the bedroom
door and locked it. I turned on the TV and
tried to watch, but I was so nervous, I felt
sick to my stomach. Grandma had left some
snacks and rice balls for me, but I couldn’t eat
them. I felt like I was in prison and I was
very depressed and scared. I lay down on the
bed and waited. Before I knew it, I was
asleep.
When I woke up, it was just after 1 AM. All of
a sudden, I realized that something was
tapping on the window.
“Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap…”
I felt the blood draining from my face and my
heart skipped a beat. I desperately tried to
calm myself down, telling myself it was just
the wind playing tricks or maybe the
branches of a tree. I turned up the volume on
the TV to drown out the tapping noise.
Eventually, it stopped altogether.
That was when I heard Grandpa calling me.
“Are you OK in there?” he asked. “If you’re
scared you don’t have to stay in there all
alone. I can come in and keep you company.”
I smiled and rushed over to open door, but
then, I stopped in my tracks. I had
goosebumps all over my body. It sounded like
Grandpa’s voice, but somehow, it was
different. I couldn’t tell what was, but I just
knew…
“What are you doing?” Grandpa asked. “You
can open the door now.”
I glanced to my left and a chill went down my
spine. The salt in the bowls was slowly
turning black.
I backed away from the door. My whole body
was trembling with fear. I fell to my knees in
front of the Buddha statue and clutched the
piece of parchment tightly in my hand. I
started desperately praying for help.
“Please save me from Hachishakusama,” I
wailed.
Then, I heard the voice outside the door
saying:
“Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po…” |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by AccidentalGenius: 11:37pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
The tapping on the window started up again.
I was overcome by fear and I crouched there
in front of the statue, half-crying and half-
praying for the rest of the night. I felt like it
would never end, but eventually it was
morning. The salt in all 4 bowls was pitch
black.
I checked my watch. It was 7:30 AM. I
cautiously opened the door. Grandma and K-
san were standing outside waiting for me.
When she saw my face, Grandma burst into
tears.
“I’m so glad you’re still alive,” she said.
I went downstairs and was surprised to see
my father and mother sitting in the kitchen.
Grandpa came in and said, “Hurry up! We’ve
got to get going.”
We went to the front door and there was a
large black van waiting in the driveway.
Several men from the village were standing
around it, pointing at me and whispering,
“That’s the boy.”
The van was a 9-seater and they put me in the
middle, surrounded by eight men. K-san was
in the drivers seat.
The man on my left, looked down at me and
said, “You’ve got yourself in quite a spot of
trouble. I know you’re probably worried. Just
keep your head down and your eyes shut. We
can’t see it, but you can. Don’t open your eyes
until we’ve got you safely out of here.”
Grandpa drove in front and my dad’s car was
following behind. When everyone was ready,
our little convoy started moving. We were
going fairly slow… around 20km/h or maybe
less. After a while, K-san said, “This is where
it gets hard,” and started muttering a prayer
under her breath.
That was when I heard the voice.
“Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po…” |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by AccidentalGenius: 11:40pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
There was tapping on the windows all around
us. All of the men in the van were startled
and on edge, muttering nervously to
themselves. They couldn’t see Eight Feet Tall
and they couldn’t hear her voice, but they
could hear her tapping on the windows. K-
san started praying louder and louder until
she was almost shouting. The tension inside
the van was unbearable.
After a while the tapping stopped and the
voice disappeared.
K-san looked back at us and said, “I think
we’re safe now.”
All of the men around me breathed a sigh of
relief. The van pulled over to the side of the
road and the men got out. They transferred
me into my dad’s car. My mother held me
close and tears were running down her
cheeks.
Grandpa and my father bowed to the men
and they went on their way. K-san came to
the window and asked me to show her the
piece of parchment she had given me. When I
opened my hand, I saw that it had gone
completely black.
“I think you will be OK now,” she said. “But
just to be sure, hold onto this for a while.”
She handed me a new piece of parchment.
After that, we drove straight to the airport
and Grandpa saw us safely on the plane.
When we took off, my parents breathed a
sigh of relief. My father told me he had heard
about “Eight Feet Tall” before. Years ago, his
friend had been liked by her. The boy
disappeared and was never seen again.
My father said there were other people who
had been liked by her and lived to tell about
it. They all had to leave Japan and settle down
in foreign countries. They were never able to
go back to their homeland.
She always chooses children as her victims.
They say it’s because children are dependant
on their parents and family members. This
makes them easier to deceive when she poses
as their relatives. |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by AccidentalGenius: 11:42pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
He said the men in the van were all blood
relatives of mine, and that’s why they had
been sitting all around me and why my father
and Grandpa had been driving in front and
in back. It was all done to try and confuse
Hachishakusama. It took a while to contact
everyone and get them all together, so that
was why I had to be confined in room all
night.
He told me that one of the little Jizo statues
(the ones that were meant to keep her
trapped) had been broken and that was how
she escaped.
It gave me the chills. I was glad when we
finally got back home.
All of this happened more than 10 years ago.
I haven’t seen my grandparents since then. I
haven’t been able to so much as set foot in
the country. Afterwards, I would call them
every few weeks and talk to them on the
phone.
Over the years, I tried to convince myself that
it was just an urban legend, that everything
that happened was just some elaborate prank.
But sometimes, I’m not so sure.
My grandfather died two years ago. When he
was sick, he wouldn’t allow me to visit him
and he left strict instructions in his will that I
wasn’t to attend his funeral. It was all very
sad.
My grandmother called a few days ago. She
said that she had been diagnosed with cancer.
She missed me terribly and wanted to see me
one last time before she died.
“Are you sure, Grandma?” I asked. “Is it
safe?”
“It’s been 10 years,” she said. “All that
happened a long time ago. It’s all forgotten.
You’re all grown up now. I’m sure there
won’t be a problem.”
“But… but… what about Hachishakusama?” I
said.
For a moment, there was silence on the other
end of the phone. Then, I heard a deep
masculine voice saying:
“Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po… Po…” |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by Marlvin(m): 11:44pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
Wow |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by AccidentalGenius: 11:48pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by Marlvin(m): 11:52pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
AccidentalGenius: #smiles, it's .. fascinating ! you have noh idea how much I enjoy horror stories. you got a link to real deep horror stories ? or you can post more stories, huh ? |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by Marlvin(m): 11:52pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
AccidentalGenius: |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by AccidentalGenius: 11:54pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by Marlvin(m): 11:59pm On Mar 25, 2016 |
AccidentalGenius:#gracias |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by AccidentalGenius: 1:36am On Mar 26, 2016 |
Marlvin:enjoy |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by Nobody: 7:09am On Mar 27, 2016 |
AccidentalGenius finish this story |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by Nobody: 8:51am On Mar 27, 2016 |
Woah...... |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by jimmyolasun: 9:26am On Mar 27, 2016 |
Marlvin:paranormal.about.com/od/witchcraftandspells/a/Possessed-My-Grandmother-The-Witch.htm |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by Marlvin(m): 9:55am On Mar 27, 2016 |
jimmyolasun: gracias , will check that out. |
Re: Horror story: Eight Feet Tall by AccidentalGenius: 1:31am On Mar 31, 2016 |
Update: another horror episode tomorrow after 10pm nigerian time |
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