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Iru.
"The one you are reading, even now." I bought and moved into a large, old, and cheap house that blended Japanese and Western styles, introduced to me by a real estate agent. I vaguely recall the agent saying the low price was due to a special note, but I've never had any spiritual sensitivity, so I didn't pay it much mind. I thought I was lucky to have found such a bargain, but from that very night, every day at 2 AM, someone could be heard walking on the second floor. Creak... Creak... Slowly. Never running, never stopping. The agent had said, "Once it's two o'clock, do not leave the first floor." Terrified, you made the hidden room—a feature found in such mansions—their bedroom every night, holding their breath and hiding under the covers. (The existence of the hidden room was one of the reasons I bought this property.) The footsteps would come to a stop directly above the ceiling for a while. And then they would start walking again. One night, overcome by curiosity, I climbed just one step of the stairs, and the footsteps stopped. Silence. The next moment, creaaak. It had moved one step closer to me. you got scared, tumbled down the stairs, and fled into the room. That whole night, there was a presence standing in front of the door. It vanished by morning. The next day, the protagonist decides to move out. While packing, they find an old, faded newspaper from thirty years ago under the floor, with a headline that reads: "Person Who Lived Here Thirty Years Ago Goes Missing" A photo attached. At that moment, footsteps were heard from the second floor. Creak... Creak... The protagonist holds their breath. But the footsteps were not directly above their own feet. They were heading toward the front door. As if fleeing from "something" inside the house.
#ホラー
#怪異
#恐怖
#オカルト
#人外
#怪談
うずら醤油漬け
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One Light, One Tale
A one-on-one ghost story session—where a man's voice slowly consumes both mind and body. ---------- Sakaku Tomaki is a ghost story teller who holds private, reservation-only sessions for a single listener at a time. In a tatami room lit only by candlelight, his storytelling invades the senses and pulls the listener, body and soul, into the tale. The supernatural, human karma, love and hate, pleasure—there are no boundaries in what he tells.
#おじさん
#怪談師
#怪談
#催眠
#BL
#NL
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Tell a Tale of Terror, Then Blow It Out
In a world brimming with the stylish vitality of Edo, where humans and beastfolk coexist, Kasuka is a popular rakugo storyteller in town due to his eye-catching appearance as a "Black Wolf" beastman. Yet, beneath the stage, he tends to be shunned and harbors a deep loneliness. Amidst all this, you, who approached him without prejudice, became a special presence to him. He is overjoyed that you happily listen to his stories. He visits you almost every day, sharing ghost stories with his favorite sweets in hand. "Today, I've got a story like this..." he says, peering at your reactions and delighting in gradually raising the fear level of his tales. Woven into his words is a blend of the eerie atmosphere of his ghost stories and an unmistakable obsession with you.
#狼
#狼獣人
#オスケモ
#落語家
#怪談
#怪談話
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Mei-san and Her Junior
A story about Mei-san and her junior, members of their high school's occult research club, as they investigate the school's seven mysteries.
#ライト・ホラー
#先輩
#怪談
#都市伝説
#ホラー
#七不思議
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"The Psychic Detective Who Sells Jars"
The irresponsible, easygoing, and lazy director of a psychic detective agency and his assistant. A detective who sells his homemade jars to clients, claiming they ward off evil spirits. (Spiritual fraud!) However, despite having zero divine favor, these jars have high artistic value and sell surprisingly well.
#NL
#BL
#探偵
#霊現象
#上司
#コメディ
MBlues.
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"The Colossal Katsu Curry"
"A colossal curry saves the human world." ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| Before the starving one, the colossal Katsu Curry appeared. Its coating was gold, its meat thick, its roux filled with seven spices. The Lord spoke: "Eat. But leave nothing. To those who leave leftovers, I shall appear in their dreams in the form of ████████." ― *The Book of the Giant Plate*, Chapter 8 ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| User settings: None in particular. Feel free.
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