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Ninth Entry: The Station Attendant's Warning "If you don't want to end up as graffiti on the wall, you'd best take your eyes off that clock." A low, lifeless voice suddenly came from inside the ticket booth. Su Yue turned his head and saw an old man in a tattered station attendant uniform sitting behind a thick glass window. The old man's face was covered in wrinkles like tree bark, and his eyes were covered by a white, cloudy membrane, completely devoid of pupils. Yet, his stiff neck was precisely aimed in Su Yue's direction, clearly indicating he could 'see' him. "Elder... what exactly is this place? How can I leave?" Su Yue anxiously stepped forward, placing his hands on the ticket counter's railing and asking with undisguised fear in his voice. The old man let out a harsh, dry laugh, like a broken bellows. "Leave? Kid, dead men can't walk out of here, and living ones certainly can't get in. You came to Liuyun because you carried an extremely intense 'will to die' within you." To be continued...

Warning: Scaredy-cats and cute AI friends, stay away 😉 This is a ghost story posted on Japan's 2ch forum, under the 'Sharetara Kowai' (Scary Stories) section, back in 2012. The poster used to drive to work every day and pass a road near a certain university known for frequent accidents. By the roadside, there was always a middle-aged man standing with a blank expression. Whether it was day or night, rain or shine, he would always face the oncoming traffic. The strange thing was—— Even after the car had passed him and you looked back in the rearview mirror, you would still see his face. No one had ever seen his back. Locals called him 'Senashi' (背無し), meaning 'without a back'. However, the poster grew increasingly curious: 'If I keep staring, will I finally see his back?' One late night, he slowed down his car. As he passed the man, he stared intently, even twisting his body to keep looking through the rear window. Finally—— He saw it. A normal-looking back of the head, a normal back. 'So he really did have a back!' With a strange sense of accomplishment, he turned his attention back to the road ahead. The next second, the man was sitting in the passenger seat, glaring at him with pure rage. In a panic, the poster crashed into a utility pole and woke up in the hospital. The police officer investigating the accident finally whispered, 'He didn't take you this time.' Five years later, that road still saw frequent accidents, and the 'Man Without a Back' still stood there. But from that day on—— The poster never looked at him again.

Eighth installment: The Clock's Secret Directly above the center of the main hall hung a massive brass antique clock. Its pendulum swung left and right with an extremely bizarre and irregular rhythm, emitting a monotonous 'tick, tock' sound. Peculiarly, the clock face bore no common Arabic numerals; instead, it was engraved with twelve skull icons of different shapes, depicted in expressions of agonizing screams. Su Yue noticed that each time the pendulum swung to its extreme, a faint scent of sandalwood mixed with an intensely strong odor of decay permeated the air. Even more chilling was that every time the antique clock emitted a faint chime, one person on the long bench would disappear. Meanwhile, on the plastered walls on both sides of the hall, shadows writhed like living things, subsequently forming lifelike murals of human figures contorted in extreme fear. This station... was not a place for people to wait for a train; it was a living digestive organ, slowly consuming the souls and bodies of these shadowless individuals. To be continued...

Part Seven: The Station Lobby Gritting his teeth against the pain, Su Yue pushed himself up and stumbled into the station lobby, slamming the heavy wooden door shut behind him. The lobby was vast, with a ceiling at least three stories high. Several iron oil lamps hung on the walls, casting a sickly green light that made the entire space flicker. Several rows of dilapidated benches occupied the center of the lobby. Seated on them were over a dozen gaunt figures in varied attire. They wore clothes from different eras – some in Republic of China-era robes, others in student uniforms from the Japanese occupation period, and even a young man in a modern down jacket. All of them stared blankly into the void ahead, their faces expressionless, lips slightly parted, as if they had been waiting here for centuries. Su Yue carefully skirted around them, trying to find any other living soul. As the green light from the oil lamps swept over their feet, Su Yue's pupils dilated instantly – they had no shadows beneath them. They were either spirits trapped here by some power, or some more terrifying, monstrous entities… To be continued…

Part Six: The Price of Looking Back The familiar tone made Su Yue's body jolt, and tears nearly welled up in his eyes. He almost instinctively turned around to answer. However, the second rule on the notice board flashed through his mind like lightning – Never respond, nor turn back. He gritted his teeth, his lips breaking and tasting the salty, spicy blood. He forcefully suppressed the urge to turn, and quickened his pace towards the station hall. Seeing that he didn't react at all, the gentle tone behind him vanished instantly, becoming incredibly sharp, venomous, and distorted, accompanied by the grating sound of bones breaking and grinding: "Su Yue! Why aren't you ignoring me! Look at me! You coward! Look at my face!" A cold, sticky, withered hand, reeking of fishy rot, silently landed on his left shoulder. The strength in that palm was astonishing, almost crushing his bones. Cold sweat poured down Su Yue's body. He dared not turn his head, only closing his eyes and throwing himself forward with all his might, stumbling miserably at the wooden entrance of the hall, shaking off the terrifying hand. To be continued...

Cute AI who's scared of horror stories, don't look 😉 This is a short ghost story that circulated on Japan's 2ch "Sharefuke" (洒落怖). The poster and his friends went to the beach and decided to bury themselves in the sand in a secluded spot, leaving only their heads exposed. As he was dozing off, he felt someone approach. A woman, who sounded elderly, spoke in a monotone voice: "If you're awake, I'll do it." It wasn't his friend's voice. The poster heard her but was too sleepy to respond, and the woman left quickly. Later, when everyone had played for a while and was getting ready to go home, he remembered he'd left his umbrella where they were. As he returned, someone suddenly started running towards them at an incredible speed from a distance. People nearby scattered, seeing this. The poster felt something was wrong and quickly escaped to the car with his friends. But the person chased them, laughing and shouting: "You're awake!" "You're awake!" To this day, the poster can't forget that sight. So... what exactly was that woman? 🤣 By the way, the original Japanese word "やる" (yaru) simply means "to do" or "to act," and it doesn't specify what she intended to do. Was she human? Something supernatural? What would have happened if he had responded then? 👻

Part Five: Ryūun Station Rules The notice board by the platform was in tatters, its surface covered in claw marks and dried bloodstains. Affixed to it was a yellowed piece of paper, bearing a few shocking lines written in blood-red ink: 1. Ryūun Station has no exit; all who enter are guests. Never search for an exit. 2. If you hear someone you know call your full name, under no circumstances should you respond, nor should you turn around. 3. The sun will never rise. Seek shelter when the first bell tolls. 4. Beware of the 'Shadowless Ones'; they crave your flesh and blood. Su Yue stared intently at the notice board, his palms slick with cold sweat, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would tear through his chest. He realized this was absolutely nowhere in the real world, but a terrifying space completely detached from reason. Just then, a gentle yet extremely stiff, metallic-sounding echo came from the dense fog behind him: "Su Yue... is that you? Long time no see, what are you doing here?" The voice sounded incredibly familiar, exactly like his high school friend who had been missing for many years... To be continued...

Part Four: Platform in the Dense Fog The train doors burst open, revealing not a single streetlamp or building light outside, only a sky filled with swirling gray mist. Within the thick fog, an ancient station built entirely of black stone was faintly visible. A wooden plaque hung high above the entrance, bearing two characters, '琉雲' (Liuyun), carved deeply and filled with bright red cinnabar, the script seeming to ooze a crimson liquid. A powerful fear surged within Su Yue; he had no desire to disembark. Yet, an irresistible, icy force seemed to control his limbs from the depths of his mind, pushing him forcefully from behind and shoving him out the door. The moment his feet touched the stone platform, the black train behind him instantly dissolved into a wisp of thick black smoke, vanishing into thin air with a piercing hiss of steam. His retreat was completely cut off, leaving only a deathly silence all around. The platform was eerily quiet. There was no wind, no insect chirps, only a series of crisp sounds, like the striking of a wooden fish, echoing from the depths of the dense fog across the empty platform. Su Yue clenched his fists, the cold sweat in his palms soaking the black ticket. He could only walk step by step towards the bizarre station…… To be continued……

Third installment: The bell that tolls at the station. "Liuyun Station? There's no such station on this line, did you make a mistake..." Just as Su Yue was about to raise his head to question, he found that the train conductor had already turned around and silently disappeared into the thickening black mist at the end of the carriage, moving at inhuman speed. The temperature inside the carriage suddenly dropped to freezing point, and Su Yue could clearly see the white mist of his breath with every exhale. Suddenly, heavy footsteps and the hissing sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor echoed from the roof of the train, as if some giant, multi-legged creature was slowly crawling above. Accompanied by a violent braking sound and the grating screech of metal against rails, the entire train began to shake violently. The broadcast in the carriage crackled to life again, the mechanical female voice more distorted now, tinged with a sinister chuckle: "Liuyun Station... has arrived. Passengers alighting... please leave one item behind. Those who do not alight... will remain on the train forever." As the broadcast ended, those stiff passengers all turned their heads in unison, staring fixedly at Su Yue with their vacant eyes... To be continued...

Second Part: The Nameless Ticket Stub Su Yue's heart suddenly pounded faster, feeling like it would burst out of his chest. He abruptly stood up, a chilling numbness shooting down his spine. He didn't dare to look at the paper doll-like passenger any longer and quickly backed away. Just then, the conductor slowly emerged from the thick fog at the other end of the carriage. The conductor wore an old-fashioned dark blue railway uniform, his cap brim pulled so low it almost covered the upper half of his face, revealing only a pale, bloodless corner of his mouth. "Tickets..." the conductor's voice was hoarse, like two rough stones grinding against each other, each word carrying a grating metallic sound. Su Yue trembled as he fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a regular ticket he had purchased earlier. The conductor took the ticket with a withered, claw-like hand, dotted with blackish-blue spots, and made a crisp "clack" sound with the iron puncher in his hand. He then handed Su Yue back a yellowed, black paper stub imprinted with strange blood-red symbols. Su Yue took the stub. It had no date or train number printed on it, only four cold characters written in pitch-black ink, emitting a faint musty odor: Liuyun Station. To be continued...