不思議好き怖い話好きさん集まれ!!

I want to share something I only recently learned the truth about. It was an apartment I lived in from birth until I was 4 years old. It was small, so my family of four slept on futons laid out in the living room. One night, I couldn't fall asleep and was tossing and turning when I suddenly felt a gaze. I looked towards the kitchen and saw a white figure!! I stared intently, and it was a woman with long hair, wearing white clothes... but they were stained with blood…. I couldn't see her face because of her hair, but our eyes met. She beckoned to me, and I was so scared… I hid under the covers and trembled, but eventually fell asleep and woke up in the morning. My mother is sensitive to spirits. When I recently remembered and told her about it, she said, "That woman was someone wandering around looking for a child. She saw you and was trying to take you with her…." She laughed, saying she never thought I'd actually see her. "If I hadn't hidden under the covers, I might have been in danger…!?" On top of that, she told me the land we lived on was a makeshift corpse incineration site during the war, so "there are bound to be all sorts of things there…"!?? That winter, we moved to a city-owned housing complex when a vacancy opened up, but I'll save the stories from there for another time….

I was standing alone in the pitch-dark entrance hall. I could see into the living room from the entrance, and I saw my partner sitting alone in the dimly lit room. "Come here." I called out, but there was no response, and for some reason, my feet wouldn't move. I started feeling an inexplicable anxiety, and when I shouted, "Hurry and come here!!" my partner stood up and started walking towards me, but even though it shouldn't be that far, they just wouldn't reach the entrance. Time was flowing incredibly slowly. Just as they seemed like they were about to reach me, Suddenly, I couldn't recognize who was in front of me and wanted to run away, but my feet still wouldn't move. Even though it was supposed to be my partner, I hated being pulled by the hand into the living room and desperately resisted, shouting "Don't touch me!" I had a dream like that. It doesn't feel scary at all when I write it in my diary, but when I had this dream, it felt terrifying, and I woke up feeling strange and unsettled.

I realized with a strange sense of admiration that the dead baby looked just like the two children standing behind it... it must be my aunt's bloodline. My grandmother completely ignored the two children she doted on and only gave snacks to the dead baby. I woke up the moment I thought, "Why!?" It felt weird. I hadn't heard my aunt had a deceased child, so I asked my mom, and apparently, she had a miscarriage. (Is that it!?) I thought, but I couldn't accept it. Why is my grandmother appearing in my dream!? With a dead baby!! It's a story about how I got unreasonably angry. I thought she wanted me to perform a memorial service for it!? But we're a branch family, so I'm staying out of the main family's business and ignoring it. Later, I remembered that the living must not eat food from the underworld. That's why my grandmother didn't give it any. (If you eat it, it becomes Yomotsu Hegi). That, I can accept.

There's some personal stuff mixed in here. I'm estranged from my maternal relatives due to various issues. Things had soured even before my grandmother passed away, leading to estrangement... One day, while at a clinic in the next town for my tendonitis treatment, I ran into the daughter-in-law of my mother's aunt and uncle, who live next door to my mother's family home. She then informed me that my grandmother had already passed away. She seemed to understand the situation between us and my grandmother, so I thanked her for letting me know what I didn't know. When I told my mother about it after returning home, she was angry, which is understandable... she was her own mother. It left a bad taste in my mouth. I had a dream related to my grandmother a few years ago... My grandmother was feeding snacks to a baby in a stroller, with two boys behind her. They were my cousins, my aunt's sons. In reality, they're probably fine middle-aged men now, but in the dream, they were kindergarteners. For some reason, my grandmother wasn't looking at them and was only giving snacks to the baby. Even though she doted on them so much when she was alive. And the baby my grandmother was feeding snacks to was a dead baby... lifeless, pale blue all over... I knew immediately it was my aunt's child.

This is a story from my workplace. I work the night shift at a serviced elderly housing facility, and I wait in the common hall. There's a shared restroom there, and it has a mechanism where the lights turn on when it detects movement. But the lights suddenly turn on in the middle of the night when no one should be awake. When I asked colleagues who worked on other days, they said the lights turn on once or twice in the middle of the night too.

Many occult and spiritual people often say that when people sleep, their souls tend to travel to other dimensions. I don't really know about that, but I sometimes have strange dreams. In my dream, I was in a supermarket and then walked out onto a visible path. Then, a dilapidated old hut caught my eye, but it wasn't just any old hut – it was a hut wrapped with a sacred straw rope… with red gohei (paper streamers). I was surprised, but as I walked away from the hut, I found another old, small shop (a general store!?) and decided to go in. It looked like a shop from the Showa 40s (1965-1974). Both inside and out, it had that Showa-era shop vibe. While looking around curiously, an old woman with glasses came out from inside. 'Ah, I guess I have to buy something…' As I looked around, I suddenly glanced up above where the old woman was sitting and saw something pasted on the wall. Intuitively, I knew it was the 'product prices,' but I couldn't read them at all. They were like many pieces of paper, resembling Taoist talismans, connected with circles and dashes. Even knowing they were prices, I couldn't decipher them. 'What is this!!' And then I woke up. It was a strange dream.

My mother has the ability to 'see' things. Actually, my mother's grandmother… my great-grandmother, was apparently a well-known spiritual medium in that field. She passed away when my mother was young, so I don't know the details, but this is a story about my great-grandmother and my mother. Those who knew my great-grandmother generally say, "She was a scary person." My mother's younger sister also said, "She was a scary and strict person. I couldn't get close to her at all. But you, my older sister (referring to my mother), were doted on, weren't you?" "She took me everywhere instead of her own grandchildren living with her, so my cousins were very jealous," my mother said. Where did she take you? "I think the main house was the most frequent destination." "It was a magnificent mansion, and the people at the main house treated us well, which was nice, but I really hated passing through the gate of the main house." There was always a large white snake at the top of the gate. Usually, there was one, but sometimes there were two. I was truly scared and hated passing underneath it. Grandma would just walk briskly, so I walked looking down, trying not to be left behind… Inside, I'd receive tea and delicious snacks, and when it was time to go, someone from the main house would escort us to the gate. At that time, the snake might or might not be there… ↓To be continued

*This is a kind of epilogue to the "Noisy" post I made on this board before. To briefly explain the main story: I was sleep-paralyzed, a woman was standing around my chest, and I lost consciousness. This is the story of a strange dream I had when my consciousness faded. For some reason, I was hiking. Perhaps after resting at a rest stop that looked like a wooden frame, I entered the mountain path with the resolve of "Alright, I'm going to climb again." To my left was a cliff like a wall, and to my right was a steep cliff that looked down. After walking for a while, my right foot slipped, and my center of gravity tilted to the right. Following my weight, I slid down the cliff. When I came to, my body was lying on the ground. I could feel something warm flowing from the left side of my head. As a result, my body grew colder and colder. And as my body got colder, sleepiness overcame me... I had a dream like this and woke up. Perhaps the reason I wasn't too scared of her was simply because I wanted to convey something. Perhaps I just wanted her to know.

You know how sometimes when there's a gap, it looks like someone's peeking in? This happened around the same time as the story about the black cooking apron (posted before). My mother is quite careless and often doesn't close doors properly. That day, the door was also open about 5 centimeters. From where I was sleeping, the angle made the open door overlap with the window, so I could see outside (it's the second floor, so only the faint light from the streetlamps). Or at least, I should have been able to see. But I saw a shadow in the gap... The streetlamp light from outside was faintly illuminating the top part of the door through the window. Yet, there was a pitch-black figure, about the size of a person. I thought, 'This is definitely someone peeking in!' And that's how I saw the shadow. The next day, I warned my mother to absolutely close the door. She's the type to bring things along but felt absolutely nothing and saw nothing.

My mom has a sixth sense. Or rather, she's someone who can 'see' things. Furthermore, she has precognition. Though she apparently can't control it. One day, my mom said: "My sister (my mom's younger sister) had her house broken into." "Fortunately, no one was home, so it seems only valuables were stolen." ...Mom, you're hiding something, aren't you? "You found out?" "...You knew beforehand, didn't you? That a burglar would come." Couldn't you have warned your sister so she wouldn't have been robbed? "...If I had, I might have run into the burglar that day." "In that case, my life might have been in danger…" If only a few valuables were stolen and no one got hurt, I thought that would be the better outcome. That's why I didn't say anything. She also told me to keep this a secret. Thinking back to the situation at the time, I believe my mom's decision was the best one. Perhaps she even foresaw what would happen if she had told her sister...? (Actually, I'm almost certain she did. The least damaging outcome was not warning her beforehand.) I later heard that the burglar was caught.