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The podcast Naturally Creepy discusses scary Japanese urban legends. They talk about the story of Teki Teki, a ghost girl who was cut in half by a train and now roams Japan. They also mention the story of Kayoko, a vengeful ghost who was murdered by her husband. They talk about the cursed poem Tamino's Hell and the legend of Kune Kune, a mysterious apparition that drives people insane. They mention Sadako Yamamura from the Ring movies and the urban legend of the Red Room. Lastly, they briefly mention the Dream School, a scary story about a boy trapped in a curse. Naturally Creepy, the podcast where we, Emilia and Isabella, talk about all the creepy things you need to know. Welcome to our first episode where we talk about scary Japanese urban legends. The first story is called Teki Teki. Teki Teki is a scary Japanese urban legend about a girl who fell under a train and was cut in half. It took her a long time to die and now a ghost roams through Japan, dragging her top half using her claw-like hands. Every time she moves, she makes a teki teki sound. There is a story we found and it talks about a young boy who was leaving his school one evening when he heard a noise behind him. Looking back, he sees a beautiful girl sitting at a window. The girl had her arms popped up on the window frame at him. He wondered why she was there because it was an all-boys school. When she saw him looking back at her, the girl smiled and hugged herself, as if she was holding her elbows. Then suddenly, she leaped out of the window and landed on the ground outside. The boy realized with horror that she was missing the lower half of her body. She made her way towards him, crawling around the ground and running her elbows, making a teki teki teki teki sound. The boy was filled with terror and revulsion. He tried to run, but he was frozen to the spot. Within seconds, she was pondering and she took out his disguise and cut him in half, making him into one of her own. When kids tell this story, they warn each other about teki teki. They say she carries a sharp saw or a sky, and if she catches you, she'll cut you in half and you'll become like her. She's said to chase children who play at dusk. She is known as Bata Bata. Again, the sound of it running on its elbows, or the girl that runs on her elbows. What do you think about this story, Mila? It's really freaky. If I saw her, I would really be scared and I would be stunned and just die, like, immediately. I think you would die, but like, still. Yeah, I would be frightened. I wonder who would find my body. And now here is the story of Kayoko. Kayoko is a scary Japanese ero legend about a woman who was murdered by her husband and came back as a vengeful ghost. The story appeared in the movie The Garage of Juon in Japan. The story is ghost-like. When Kayoko was a young girl, her parents neglected her. She spent most of her time sitting depressed and lonely. She didn't have any friends, and the other children at school thought she was creepy and made fun of her. Kayoko grew up and got married to a man, Taeko Saiki. She felt like he was the only person in the world who cared about her. They lived a happy life together, and she gave birth to a little boy named Shou. One day, her husband was snooping around the bedroom and found her diary. When he read it, he became convinced that she was cheating on him. When she came home from work and went down the stairs, he was waiting for her, holding a knife. He attacked her, beating her and slashing buttons right in front of the young son. Kayoko tried to flee, but her husband chased her. He was almost out of his mind with rage. Covered with blood, she slipped and fell, breaking her ankle. Desperate to escape, she crawled down the stairs. But when she reached the front door, her husband grabbed her and he took her neck, but it burst out of his hands and twisted around, breaking her neck. Kayoko was still alive, but she was paralyzed. The only stand she could make was a horse death battle. Her husband dragged her upstairs, put her in a black plastic bag, and left her in the attic to die. When he got there and drowned, he was the master who stuffed his body in the closet. Because she was in such pain and in such anguish, Kayoko became a vengeful ghost and appeared to her husband, strangling him with her hands. He was found lying on the street, and the police thought he took his own life. Ever since then, Kayoko's ghost haunts the house in which she died. They say if you go to her house, you will see Kayoko's horse-choked death battle. Then you will see her crawling around the stairs, covered in blood, and rolling her broken neck around with a sickening, cracking sound. The guy in our school we really hate, we should not say his name, but you know who we're talking about, don't you, Milyao? Wait, which one are we talking about? That's really weird and crazy. Like, I hope he just ended up in a very bad place, down there, like when he died. You mean hell, Milyao? Yes. For the young viewers, I won't say the real word. Okay. Poor son, though, why would you kill him? He's like three years old. Young boy, because I didn't say, but remember how it said she gave birth to him, that means he was like a newborn. Yeah, maybe it was a couple years later. Maybe it said a few days later, doesn't it? I don't know. Okay, so we saw her, her child, got killed by a random guy, and her father. Yeah. And the police found him, and thought he committed suicide. Yeah. What is our next story? Um, Tamino. Tamino. Tamino, what is it? The next story I'll be talking about is called Tamino, and it's an urban legend about a poem that kills anyone who recites it out loud, so let's hope I'll be alright and safe. In this world, there are things that you should never say out loud, and the Japanese poem, Tamino Tell, is one of them. According to the legend, if you read this poem out loud, disaster will strike. At best, you will feel very ill or injure yourself. At worst, you could die. I will be reading the English translation of the poem. Tamino's Hell. The older sister vomits blood. The younger sister spits fire. Cute Tamino spits treasured jewels. Tamino died alone and fell into hell. Hell, darkness, with no flowers. Is it Tamino's older sister that whipped? The number of red welts is worrisome. Whipping and beating and pounding. The path to eternal hell is only one way. Beg for guidance into the darkness of hell. From the golden sheep, from the nightingale, how much is left in the blizzard banner? Prepare for the endless journey into hell. Spring comes and into the woods and valleys. Seven turns in the dark valley of hell. In the cage is a nightingale. In the carts is a sheep. In the eyes of cute Tamino are tears. Cry, nightingale, for the woods and the rain. Wishing your love for your sister. The echo of your cry howls through hell. And a blood-flavoured flower blooms. Though the seven mountains and valleys of hell, cute Tamino Tamino mine. To welcome you to hell, the glimmering spikes of the needle and mountain seek fresh puncture with the flash of the sun of cute Tamino. I made Isabella read that so I don't die alone. I have no idea whether or not it is safe to read the English translation out loud. So I hope you guys don't read this out loud too. One person said, I once read Tamino's Hell on the air for an online radio show called Radio Urban Legends. At first everything was normal, but gradually my body, it became difficult to read. I read half of it and then broke down and threw it away. Two days later I got injured and I was left with seven stitches. I did not want to think that this was because of the poem. Okay, this is a bit clarifying. We did not read that before we, you know, read that loud in English. Let's just hope it's only if you read it in Japanese. I said it was English and I asked. Maybe it's because they read it all at once, but we still read it half. So we won't die. This is really freaky. I wonder what the backstory is. And the picture that comes with this site is also really weird. It looks like some demonic child's picture. It looks like a guy. That's cool as well. Okay, next story. Harri, Harriyona goes. Here's just a fact. My dog was named Harry, so like, it's a white trickster. Next, Harry Gernman, also a Dorm Cave woman, is a Japanese urban legend about a ghost who attacks men with her hair. I'll do that. She is also known as Harriyona, the hook woman, the needle woman. In other parts of Japan, people refer to her as Nori Ongo, the smiling woman, or Wari Ongo, the smiling girl. Here is the story, Attacks on Young Men, by Harriyona. One night, a boy from Nyandara village happens to be walking home on his own. As he turns out a narrow street, a beautiful young girl came walking to him. As she approached, he noticed that she was smiling at him, and he thought there was something strange about her. But he was attracted by her beautiful looks and smiled back at her. When he did, her hair fell down and deserated and pounced on him. The boy's shocked and struggled to free himself from her clutches. Her hair rose up like tentacles and the hook snagged on his shirt, ripping it from his back. Somehow, he managed to get away and ran back to the house as fast as he could. He locked the door behind him and stood there. This next story, guys, is really freaky. Gives me the heebie-jeebies. It's called Kune Kune, and it's an urban legend about a mysterious apparition that is sometimes seen in the countryside. Japanese people call it Kune Kune, which means something that is meandering, swaying, or twisting and turning. They say you should never look directly at it, or it will drive you insane. I shouldn't worry about this because I am insane. Kune Kune is described as an unidentifiable white squiggle moving back and forth in a distance. Nobody knows exactly what it looks like because anyone who has seen it lost their mind. One Japanese man tells us an encounter he had as a child with Kune Kune. When I was young, my parents brought my older brother and I to visit my grandmother and grandfather. We didn't see her very much because she lived down in the countryside in Ikeda. As soon as we arrived at our grandparents' house, my brother and I went out to play. The air was much fresher and cleaner than it was in the city. We walked through the rice fields, enjoying the wide open spaces. Honestly, you're supposed to eat, then go out and play. Like, that's what you do. Yeah. As soon as we arrived- Okay, sorry, I just read that again. The sun was high in the sky and there was no breeze. The heat was stifling, and after a while, it started to get tired. We need that weather in Australia. Then, my brother stopped suddenly. He was staring at something in the distance. What are you looking at? I asked. That thing over there! He replied. The rice fields stretched as far as the eye could see. The area was completely deserted. I squinted my eyes, but I couldn't make out what it was. Far away, across the field, there was a white thing about the size of a person. It was moving and wriggling as it was fluttering in the breeze. Maybe it's a scarecrow? I said. That's not a scarecrow! My brother replied. Scarecrows don't move like that. Maybe it's a sheet then? I said. No, it's not a sheet! He replied. There are no other houses around here. Besides, there's no wind and it's still moving and wriggling. What the heck is that thing? I had a strange and odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. My brother ran back to the house and when he returned, he was carrying a pair of binoculars. Ooh, can I see? I asked excitedly. I made a grab for the binoculars, but he pushed me back. No, me first! He said with a chuckle. I'm the oldest! You can have a look when I'm done! As soon as my brother put the binoculars up to his eyes, I noticed his expression suddenly changed. His face grew pale and he broke out into a sweat. He dropped the binoculars on the ground and I could see fear in his eyes. What is it? I asked nervously. My brother replied slowly. There it is. There it is. There it is. That is not my brother's voice. Without another word, he turned and started walking back to the house. Something didn't feel right. With trembling hands, I bent down and picked up the binoculars, but I was too scared to look at them. My grandfather came running over. What are you doing with those binoculars? he asked. Nothing, I replied. Just looking at that white thing over there. What? he shouted. You shouldn't look at that. He smashed the binoculars from my grasp. Did you see it? he demanded angrily. Did you look through the binoculars? No, I said in an angry voice. Not yet. My grandfather slid into the leaves. He said, Without knowing why, I was sent back to the house. When I walked into the kitchen, everyone was crying. My brother was rolling around on the ground, laughing like a crazy person. He was on his back, moving his chest. Just like the white thing in the distance. I couldn't remember what was going on. It was horrible to see him like that. I burst into tears. He wasn't my brother anymore. He had completely lost his mind. The next day, my parents decided to take us home. My grandfather and grandmother stood on their porch, waving sadly to us as the car pulled away. I sat in the back seat with my brother wiping the tears from my eyes. My brother was still laughing like a mental patient. They had to tie him up to keep him from moving around. His face was twisted into a wide smile. He looked like he was happy, but when I saw his eyes, I realized he was crying. I started to chill down my stomach and my spine. His cheeks were wet with tears. We just kept on laughing and laughing. My father pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car. He took out the binoculars seriously and smashed them on the street. Then, without saying anything, he got back into the car and kept on driving. That was freaky. There is another story from the Japanese man who tells us about his experience with the twister, kunekune, when he was a young, young boy. Am I this one? No. It says, When I was a little boy, I was in a small town by the seashore in Chiba, Tosekcho. One evening, my uncle took me out for a walk on the beach. As we strolled down the beach, I looked out to the sea and noticed something white in the distance. It was long and the thing was swaying back and forth. I wondered what it could be. What's that thing in the sea? I asked my uncle. He gazed at it and his eyes grew wild and he turned his tail. There was a terrified look in his eyes. I stopped staring at it. Run for your life! he shouted frantically. I didn't know what was going on, but I was so scared. So I ran back home and told my grandfather. He went pale. It was kunekune, he said. You're lucky you got away from it. You should never look directly at it. Where is your uncle? He's not at the seashore, I replied, my voice still shaking. I've got to rescue my son, my grandfather said, and he took off as fast as he could to the seashore. I followed him close behind, worried and frightened. From a distance, I could see my uncle standing on the beach. It was as if he was frozen to the spot, staring at the white, meandering thing far out to the sea. My grandfather broke a branch of the tree and approached my uncle, muttering some kind of prayer on his breath. He kept his eyes cast down, careful not to look at the white thing. My grandfather managed to drag my uncle away and brought him home. Although my uncle was saved, he suffered from fits of madness and insanity for the rest of his life. Since it happened, he has been in and out of mental homes many times. He was never the same after that. Ooo, I love this! Yeah, it's from the Ring movies. I've seen both of them. I think everybody has, but I'm going to ask them. I thought you didn't watch horror movies. I don't watch, I watch the movies, but I don't watch the movies. But the grudge is good as well, so. Yeah, okay, just tell me the last name. Sadako Yamamura is a girl from the Ring movies who appears in a cursed videotape. Her story was based on a girl named Sadako who was a psychic and lived in Japan in the early 1900s. Her psychic ability was that she was able to project words and images onto film. This doesn't seem very far, but okay. This is all seems scary. Now, talk! AAAAAAAH! It's really good, I read that later. When Sadako was a young girl, she was very melancholy and depressed. She was solemn, spoke, and never played with other children, spending all her time alone. Sounds like my brother. She's so long. Sadako Yamamura was a psychic and was conducting several experiments with a psychic researcher named Dr. Fukurei. When the doctor published the results of his experiments and other scientists accused Sadako's mother of being a fraud and she said she faked her psychic abilities. Sadako's mother was so distraught by all the criticism that she committed suicide. Sadako was devastated by her mother's death and left her father on a remote island. As she grew older, she began to develop psychic powers of her own. When her father learned of her psychic powers, he brought her to Dr. Fukurei in Tokyo. The doctor forced Sadako to participate in many experiments that involved using her mind to make words and images appear on photographic film. In Japan, they call this Nensha, which means thought photography, or photography. Sadako refused another of the photographs and no one can explain how it does. Dr. Fukurei wanted to publish another book but remembering what happened last time to her mother, Sadako refused. So she told him he was going to leave and would never return. Nobody knows what happened to that. Some people believe that the doctor murdered Sadako and he lured her out to the woods in a hostel and strangled her. Then threw her body in a nearby well and filled it with large rocks to keep her here forever. However, Sadako was not really dead. When she woke up, she was trapped in a well and couldn't get out. She didn't escape by scaling the walls that fell every time. Breaking her off her nail was a finger-tipping process. The poor girl survived in the well for seven days before she finally died with a heart full of hate. With her last breath, she vowed to get her revenge on the world. Sadako's rage and terror and memento in which she died combined with her psychic powers to create a terrible curse or grudge. This could result in a series of unexplainable images being projected onto a mysterious unmasked videotape. Sadako appears in the videotape as a young, shadowy young woman dressed in a white gown, has freckles covered and long black hair. But they say if you watch the video, you will die in seven days. The only way to avoid the curse is to make a copy of the videotape and give it to someone else. I've never heard that bit. I always heard that she was pushed into a well and then she came out. Do you know what the last bit reminds me of? You know the thing Sadako? Yeah. Yeah, that kind of reminds me of that. I haven't died and I saw the entire video so I feel happy for myself. But this is like really weird. It's funny how people just like assume things really easily. The next thing I'll be talking about is something called the Red Room. You probably know about this because Dark Web, Black Web, whatever you want to call it, it's pretty popular and there are many, many bad things that happen in it. There are many bad things that happen in that room. It's a scary urban legend about a pop-up that appears when you are surfing the internet. They say if you do not close it, you will die. If you close it? Oh. Do not close it Maya. Do you like the Red Room? No. There was a boy who was addicted to the internet. He heard an urban legend about the Red Room from one of his friends at school. That evening, when the boy got home, he went on the internet to see if he could find anything more about it. All of a sudden, a small window popped up with a red background, written in black, with the message, Do you like? The boy closed the window, but it popped up again. He tried numerous times to close it, but it just kept reappearing. Eventually, the boy noticed that the question had changed. Now it read, Do you like the Red Room? And in the background, a childlike voice said, Do you like the Red Room? Just then, the scream went on. The Dream School was a scary story from Japan about a boy who got stuck in a dream, wanting to curse the world and you may not want to read it. Should we read it? Yes, we should. Should we do that? Do you want me to read like a little sentence and then you won't die? Nah, nah, nah. Sure. Isabella is really happy and she wants to be cursed. Oh, by the way, you know, after we read that one cursed Tomino story, nothing was working for us when we tried reading the next story I was supposed to read. Which is really, really weird. Now, say if we don't forget the story within one week, you'll have the same dream. Don't forget the story! You know... I should read it, should I? You should. Miss, should I read a serious story? It's cursed. No, you've got time. It's cursed. What does that mean? It means if you read it, you'll... It's a cursed story you may not want to read. Ah, well then, maybe you could refer your listeners to it, say, at your own risk. If you want to read this, it's a story, blah, blah, blah. But... You can talk about the fact whether or not you think that it's actually true. Okay, I don't... Miss, we read this one poem called Tomino's Hell, and after we read it, we couldn't read the next thing that we were supposed to read. Because the story was apparently cursed. The poem. And apparently... But we shared half of it, so I think we're fine. Yeah, I think everybody, I mean, everybody's doing that thing. Yeah. Okay. Okay, just warn them about this then. Yeah, warning. This is a cursed story and you may not want to read it. No, just be like, hear it. Okay. So, while Isabella's trying to say, you can do another one, just do. That's fine, I'll just do it, honestly. Okay, just say, um, this story's called Dream School, read it at your own risk, I will not be reading it because it's cursed. I'll, I'm gonna read the comments. Do you wanna just read it? Okay. I hear a sign. I literally didn't love everything except this. Okay, do you wanna read it? Yeah, I will read it. This next story's called Dream School and it is cursed, so at your own risk, read it, or just listen to this. They say if you can't forget this story within one week, you have the exact same dream as the boy had. Did you just touch my neck? No, I just said head closer to the mic. You would become stuck in the same dream and find yourself a hundred years away. So think very carefully before hearing, flash, or reading this story. Okay, ready? Yeah, go. Three, two, one. I'll miss you. Wow. You use those words for me, I'll miss you. Wait, no, no, if I don't come back, tell you know who. I hate your hair. I'll do it for you. I hate you. This is definitely his boy named K. He had a very strange dream. Dream. Dream. What? In the dream, he had found himself wandering through a school. It was a, he, it was a dream. It was a school he'd not recognized. It was night in the hall and the school was in darkness. The sound of footsteps echoed down the empty hallways. It was three. He was very eerie. He tried to break through the doors and windows, but they were all locked. He had tried begging them as hard as he could, but the glass would not crack. The school was large and sprung. It was like a maze. It did not seem to make sense. Walking down one corridor would bring him down to the same place it was before. It was very strange, as if the normal rules of time and space did not apply. Apply. You know K who runs the old mill? Isn't he your boyfriend K? Kody! Before you knew his name? Kody, yeah, I do. Kody. I think this is him. Do you know Dr. Newsman? Do you know that? They do. You don't? Yeah. They do know that. He's in New Zealand, apparently. K was starting to get scared. He began to run down the hallway. The corridor stretched on and on and on without an end, but there was no exit. After running past the same set of classrooms several times, K noticed something odd. The corridor was an endless loop. No matter how long he ran down the corridor, he would always find himself back at the start. Start. He tried a different route. He ran down the hallway to the right, then took the first left and first left again. He entered the home economics room. When he ran out the door on the side, he found himself in another hallway. He entered the art room. He went through the art door room and went to the other side. Somehow he broke into the third floor. I hope he doesn't go in the girls' room. Next to the girls' toilet. 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