Japanese 2ch Ghost Story | Hachishaku-sama 👒 ⑥ Original Completed

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…"