恐怖故事分享地

The 'Kisaragi Station' story first appeared on the Japanese 2ch forum in 2004. Unlike typical ghost stories posted after the fact, this one was continuously updated by a user named 'hasumi' while they were experiencing the strange events, interacting with other users in real-time. This retelling is based on the original discussion thread from that time, presented in a format close to forum comments. For readability, some irrelevant, repetitive, or purely trolling user comments have been omitted, retaining only hasumi's main posts and replies that provided supplementary information, advice, or influenced the event's progression. ※ The content has been organized as closely as possible to the information and order of the original posts, without including later sequels or fan-created settings. 2004/01/08 23:14 hasumi Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but could you listen to my story for a bit? User Just tell us what happened. User What's going on? hasumi I'm on a private railway train right now, and things are a bit strange. hasumi This is the train I usually take for my commute, but for about 20 minutes now, it hasn't stopped at any station. Normally it stops every 5 minutes, or at most every 7-8 minutes, but now it's not stopping at all. Besides me, there are 5 other passengers, but they're all asleep. User Is it an express train? User Could you have just gotten on the wrong type of train, like a limited express or local? hasumi As you guys said, it's possible I got on the wrong train. I'll wait a bit longer. If anything else seems strange, I'll ask you all again.

Chapter Nine: Water Thunder Activation Old Liu's head rolled on the ground, his eyes fixed on Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu was scared out of his wits and turned to flee downstairs. "Water Thunder? What Water Thunder?!" Zhang Yu recalled the records on the dark web as he ran. The second thunder of the Five Thunders Evil Method—Water Thunder, uses data as a guide to drown the target's reality and soul! As Zhang Yu burst out of the company building, his phone suddenly began to vibrate violently. Countless messages flooded in like a deluge: 【Bank Notification: All your accounts have been permanently frozen due to suspected money laundering.】 【Police System: Mr. Zhang Yu, you have been listed as a Level 1 wanted fugitive for the suspected murder of the General Manager.】 【Messaging App: Your parents have blocked you...】 In just a few seconds, Zhang Yu's digital identity was completely erased, replaced by indelible crimes and stains. His phone screen began to automatically play footage from his home—in the bathroom of his rented apartment, the faucet turned on by itself, and black sewage quickly flooded the room. "Water Thunder activated, drowning in data..." Zhang Yu collapsed to his knees on the street. The surrounding pedestrians suddenly stopped, took out their phones, and started taking pictures of him. On everyone's phone screen, fake photos of Zhang Yu suspected of murder were displayed. At this moment, it suddenly started pouring rain. The raindrops that fell on Zhang Yu emitted a pungent stench of rotting dead fish! To be continued...

Chapter 8: Bloody Monitor Zhang Yu watched the "saw himself" on the surveillance screen, his blood running cold. The "Zhang Yu" in the footage wore an extremely cruel smile, holding a pair of scissors, and was step-by-step approaching Old Liu, who was slumped on the ground. "This is impossible... I wasn't even at the company last night!" Zhang Yu screamed in his mind. He quickly clicked on the file properties and found that the recording time of this video was "5 PM today"! This was a video from the future! Just as Zhang Yu was utterly shocked, Xiao Jie suddenly let out a scream. Zhang Yu turned his head and found that all his colleagues in the office had stopped their work and were uniformly turning their heads to look at him. Their eyes were hollow, and their mouths were all curved into the same stiff, eerie arc. "Zhang Yu, the general manager is dead, Old Liu got promoted, and the next one... is you," his colleagues said in unison, their voices overlapping, emitting a sharp metallic friction sound. The office lights flickered wildly again, and the stench in the air became extremely intense. Zhang Yu bolted, rushing towards the emergency staircase. However, the moment he pushed open the emergency exit door, a scorched human head rolled down from above the stairs – it was Old Liu! The head landed at Zhang Yu's feet, opened its mouth, and spoke in Old Liu's voice: "Zhang Yu, you can't escape, you are already a sacrifice to the 'Water Thunder'..." To be continued...

Chapter 7: The Vanished Colleague Zhang Yu screamed and retreated, grabbing salt and high-concentration alcohol from the table and spraying them wildly into the door crack. A shrill baby's cry came from outside the door, the black blood instantly evaporated, and the strangeness outside also disappeared. Zhang Yu endured the fear until dawn. He knew hiding wasn't a solution; he had to return to the company and retrieve the backup data from Old Liu's computer to find a way to break the evil spell. When he returned to the office with a heavy heart, he found Old Liu's seat empty. The desk was a mess, and the computer, plastered with a blood-red thunder talisman, was still on. "Zhang Yu, looking for Old Liu?" Xiao Jie from the next desk leaned over, her face pale. "He didn't come in today. Oh, you took leave yesterday, so you don't know... The General Manager died of a sudden heart attack in his office at midnight last night. He died in a truly terrifying way, his whole body was charred black." Zhang Yu's heart skipped a beat. The Heart Thunder had activated! With the General Manager dead, Old Liu could naturally get promoted! Just then, Zhang Yu noticed a surveillance video playing automatically on Old Liu's computer screen. The background of the video was the company's underground basement. Old Liu was kneeling on the ground, spitting black blood, and standing before him was... Zhang Yu himself?! To be continued...

Later, I found out that all the men in the van were related to my grandfather's clan. In other words, they were related to me by blood, though the connection had become very distant. Placing me in the center of the crowd was an attempt to use these blood relatives to somewhat confuse Hachishaku-sama's target. As for why I absolutely had to spend the first night in the room alone— It was because things happened too suddenly. There wasn't enough time to gather so many men that day. And it seemed like daytime was safer than nighttime. My grandfather and father had even prepared for the worst. If something truly happened— They would become the sacrifice in my place if necessary. After returning home, I specifically called my grandfather: "Did you call out to me from outside the room that night?" My grandfather replied: "No." Since that day, I have never returned to my grandparents' home. More than ten years have passed. My grandfather passed away two years ago. But I didn't even attend his funeral. Because even while bedridden, my grandfather still instructed: "Absolutely do not let me return there again." Recently, my grandmother called me. She told me something. One of the four Jizo statues, originally placed at the village border to prevent Hachishaku-sama from leaving— Had been destroyed. And it happened to be: The Jizo statue on the road leading in the direction of my house. So many years have passed. I could only tell myself that it was all just superstition. But sometimes, I can't help but wonder. What if, one day— I hear it again… "Popopo…"

Chapter Six: Midnight Knock Startled, Zhang Yu yanked the computer's power cord. But the blood-red thunder talisman on the screen still flickered with an eerie glow, and Old Liu's voice echoed in the room: "Tomorrow, it's your turn." Half an hour later, the computer finally went completely dark. Zhang Yu huddled on the sofa, gripping a wooden stick, not daring to close his eyes all night. The wind outside sounded like ghostly wails, and that signature scent of sandalwood mixed with decay somehow seeped through the door crack. At three in the morning, a knock suddenly broke the dead silence of the room. "Knock, knock, knock." The sound was slow and heavy. "Zhang Yu, open the door. I brought your favorite coffee," Old Liu's voice came from outside, sounding as stiff as a malfunctioning tape recorder. Zhang Yu peeked through the peephole. The figure outside wasn't human at all! Old Liu's body was twisted at a bizarre angle, his eyes rolled completely white, and large patches of his skin were already rotting away, revealing charred muscle underneath. Just as Zhang Yu was about to back away, the knocking suddenly stopped. From beneath the door, a pool of blackish-red blood slowly seeped in. Within the blood, several charred baby fingers were struggling to push their way in from outside the door crack... To be continued...

Chapter 5: The Dark Web's Cursed Contract The small, charred hand retracted, and the elevator door slammed shut, rushing back to the first floor with a frantic beep. Zhang Yu almost stumbled out of the company building. Back home, Zhang Yu locked his room door, his heart still pounding wildly. Old Liu must have encountered some sort of evil sorcery! To save his life, Zhang Yu opened his computer and, relying on his memory, typed in a string of encrypted web addresses from the corner of Old Liu's computer screen. Using a special browser, he finally broke into that hidden gate – the "Thunder Church." The forum's homepage displayed in blood-red letters: "Five Thunders Evil Method: Exchange Lifespan for Profit, Cross Tribulation with Soul." Zhang Yu's trembling hands clicked on the discussion area for "Heart Thunder: Fame and Fortune Chapter." The transaction terms within were horrifying: Users must provide the organs of the deceased or the infant spirits of the unborn as catalysts, and in exchange for their own lifespan, awaken the demon of the Heart Thunder. Zhang Yu gasped. He remembered Old Liu's aborted fetus from last month! Could Old Liu have sacrificed his own flesh and blood to the dark web for a promotion? Suddenly, Zhang Yu's computer screen went black. Then, a blood-red thunder talisman appeared out of thin air where the webcam was. From the computer speakers, Old Liu's sinister voice echoed: "Zhang Yu, you saw something you shouldn't have..." To be continued in the next episode...

Chapter Four: The Scorched Handprint in the Elevator The scorched infant grinned at Zhang Yu, revealing a mouth full of tiny, sharp teeth. Cold sweat instantly soaked Zhang Yu's shirt. The next second, the bell signaling the end of the lunch break rang, the lights returned to normal, and there was nothing above Old Liu's shoulder, only the mixed scent of sandalwood and rot becoming even more intense. Zhang Yu couldn't stay any longer. He quickly found an excuse to take leave and fled the office. Reaching the elevator, he frantically pressed the down button. With a 'ding,' the elevator door opened, revealing an empty car. Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped inside. However, halfway down, the lights began to flicker violently. Dark red liquid started seeping from the cold steel walls. The temperature inside the elevator plummeted, making Zhang Yu shiver uncontrollably. The stench of dead fish filled the air again, overwhelming him. 'Ding—' The elevator stopped on the second basement floor, a level it shouldn't have stopped at. The doors slowly opened to a pitch-black underground parking lot. Just as the doors were about to close again, a small, scorched baby hand, reeking of burnt flesh, shot out from the gap and pressed hard against the elevator door! The next second, Old Liu's eerie, excited laughter echoed from outside the elevator doors…… To be continued……

Grandpa called a nine-seater van. Nine people filled the car. I was placed in the very center of the middle row, Grandma K sat in the passenger seat, and the other men sat around me. Grandpa led the way in a small truck, with my father's car following last. After the convoy started, the speed was very slow. I estimate it was less than 20 km/h. Grandma K began chanting something like a scripture and told me to close my eyes, lower my head, and absolutely not look outside. Then—— "Poppo po, po, po, po po po..." I heard it again. Yashako was chasing us. I couldn't help but secretly open my eyes a little. Outside the car window—— A white dress was moving at the exact same speed as the car. Its head was too high. So high that I couldn't see it at all from the car window. Then, that head began to slowly lower. As if trying to look in from outside the car window. The man sitting next to me immediately shouted: "Don't look!" I quickly closed my eyes. The next second—— Knock. Knock. Knock. There was a knocking sound on the car window. The men around me also started to get agitated. I later found out that they couldn't see Yashako, nor could they hear the "popo po" sound. However, they could hear the knocking on the window. Grandma K continued chanting. After an unknown amount of time, the sounds and knocking suddenly stopped. Grandma K finally said: "We're out." Only then did I lower my head and look at the amulet I had been holding in my hand. The entire amulet had turned black.

The new profile picture is so cute! I fell asleep with the TV on without realizing it. I woke up a little past 1 AM. Then I heard from the window: *Tap, tap.* It sounded like someone was gently knocking on the window. I desperately told myself it was just the wind, and even turned up the TV volume. Not long after— I heard my grandfather's voice from outside the door. "Hey— are you okay?" "If you're scared, you don't have to force yourself." The voice sounded exactly like my grandfather. I almost walked to the door. Then I heard again: "What's wrong?" "You can come over here too." For some reason, in that moment, I was absolutely sure. The person outside the door was not my grandfather. I looked back at the four corners of the room. The salt, which had been white, was already starting to turn black. I immediately ran to the Buddhist statue and prayed while holding a charm. Then— "Popopop, po, popo..." That sound occurred. The knocking on the window also became more distinct. I couldn't do anything but keep praying. When I woke up again, it was already around 7:13 AM. The room was quiet. However, the salt in the four corners had become even blacker than the night before. But it wasn't over. I had only survived one night. Now I have to escape this area while being pursued by Hachishaku-sama.