The Slit-Mouthed Woman (Kuchisake-onna) - ghostly figure in Japanese folklore with a slit mouth
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In the twilight's embrace, as the shadows danced and the air grew heavy with anticipation, a chilling tale unfolded in the quaint town of Hachioji. The legend of Kuchisake-onna, the Slit-Mouthed Woman, had haunted the streets for centuries, instilling fear in the hearts of its inhabitants.
Once a beautiful woman, Kuchisake-onna was said to have been disfigured by her jealous husband, who slashed her mouth from ear to ear. Now, she roamed the night, her face concealed behind a surgical mask, seeking revenge on those who crossed her path.
As the moon cast an eerie glow upon the town, a group of teenagers gathered at the local park, their laughter echoing through the darkness. Among them was a young girl named Akari, known for her mischievous nature and disregard for superstition.
"Hey, have you heard about Kuchisake-onna?" one of the boys asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Akari scoffed, "That's just a silly old wives' tale. There's no such thing as ghosts."
Undeterred, the boy continued, "They say she appears at night, wearing a mask. If you ask her if she's beautiful, she'll take off the mask and show you her slit mouth. If you say yes, she'll cut you with a pair of scissors. If you say no, she'll cut you even worse."
Akari rolled her eyes, "That's ridiculous. I'm not afraid of some made-up monster."
As the night wore on, the teenagers parted ways, each heading home. Akari walked alone down the deserted street, her mind preoccupied with the legend she had dismissed earlier. Suddenly, she heard a faint sound behind her. She turned cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest.
There, standing in the dim light of a streetlamp, was a figure wearing a white surgical mask. Akari's breath caught in her throat as she realized the truth. It was Kuchisake-onna.
"Excuse me, miss," the figure said in a soft, raspy voice. "Am I beautiful?"
Akari's mind raced. She knew she had to answer carefully. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling.
The figure slowly removed the mask, revealing a grotesque slit mouth that stretched from ear to ear. Akari screamed in terror and turned to run.
But it was too late. Kuchisake-onna lunged forward, her scissors glinting in the moonlight. Akari felt a sharp pain in her leg and collapsed to the ground. As darkness enveloped her, she heard the chilling laughter of the Slit-Mouthed Woman echoing through the night.
The next morning, Akari's body was found in the park, her mouth slashed from ear to ear. The legend of Kuchisake-onna had claimed another victim, a testament to the enduring power of fear and the fragility of human life.
From that day forward, the people of Hachioji lived in constant dread of the Slit-Mouthed Woman. They whispered her name in hushed tones, and children were warned to stay indoors after dark. And so, the legend of Kuchisake-onna continued to haunt the town, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurks in the shadows.
Years later, a young woman named Yumi moved to Hachioji from a distant
Once a beautiful woman, Kuchisake-onna was said to have been disfigured by her jealous husband, who slashed her mouth from ear to ear. Now, she roamed the night, her face concealed behind a surgical mask, seeking revenge on those who crossed her path.
As the moon cast an eerie glow upon the town, a group of teenagers gathered at the local park, their laughter echoing through the darkness. Among them was a young girl named Akari, known for her mischievous nature and disregard for superstition.
"Hey, have you heard about Kuchisake-onna?" one of the boys asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Akari scoffed, "That's just a silly old wives' tale. There's no such thing as ghosts."
Undeterred, the boy continued, "They say she appears at night, wearing a mask. If you ask her if she's beautiful, she'll take off the mask and show you her slit mouth. If you say yes, she'll cut you with a pair of scissors. If you say no, she'll cut you even worse."
Akari rolled her eyes, "That's ridiculous. I'm not afraid of some made-up monster."
As the night wore on, the teenagers parted ways, each heading home. Akari walked alone down the deserted street, her mind preoccupied with the legend she had dismissed earlier. Suddenly, she heard a faint sound behind her. She turned cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest.
There, standing in the dim light of a streetlamp, was a figure wearing a white surgical mask. Akari's breath caught in her throat as she realized the truth. It was Kuchisake-onna.
"Excuse me, miss," the figure said in a soft, raspy voice. "Am I beautiful?"
Akari's mind raced. She knew she had to answer carefully. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling.
The figure slowly removed the mask, revealing a grotesque slit mouth that stretched from ear to ear. Akari screamed in terror and turned to run.
But it was too late. Kuchisake-onna lunged forward, her scissors glinting in the moonlight. Akari felt a sharp pain in her leg and collapsed to the ground. As darkness enveloped her, she heard the chilling laughter of the Slit-Mouthed Woman echoing through the night.
The next morning, Akari's body was found in the park, her mouth slashed from ear to ear. The legend of Kuchisake-onna had claimed another victim, a testament to the enduring power of fear and the fragility of human life.
From that day forward, the people of Hachioji lived in constant dread of the Slit-Mouthed Woman. They whispered her name in hushed tones, and children were warned to stay indoors after dark. And so, the legend of Kuchisake-onna continued to haunt the town, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurks in the shadows.
Years later, a young woman named Yumi moved to Hachioji from a distant