Happy Sunday and welcome to a new Blogtober post. Today's Halloween Week post is a scary one. I'm sharing some of the most terrifying ghost stories and urban legends that have been circling the internet for quite some time.
Hitori Kakurenbo is a Japanese haunted game/ghost ritual where you play a game of hide and seek all by yourself. According to information I found online, the game consists of a ritual in which you summon a demon and let it posses a doll. You then go on and play hide and seek with the demon.
I don't advise anyone to play this game. A quick search on YouTube will show you how dangerous and creepy it is. But if your brave enough to do it then there are some things to consider. Do not to play this game while someone else is in the house. The demon can find them, instead of you.
You will need
• A stuffed animal that has both arms and legs. Don't use a human-like doll since it is very likely the demon won't leave once it possess the doll.
• Fingernail clippers
• A knife, shard of glass, or some sharp instrument
• A needle with a long piece of red thread
• A cup of salt water or Japanese sake
How to play the game
First, give your stuffed animal a name. Cut the stuffed animal open and remove all its stuffing, replacing it with rice and a few of your fingernail clippings. Sew it back up with red thread making sure you have enough left to wrap it tightly around its body.
At 3:00 a. m, take the stuffed animal into the bathroom and draw a bath. Hold it in both hands and repeat three times out loud, “For the first game I (say your name) am going to be it.” Say it three times and then drop the stuffed animal into the water.
Walk around the house turning off all the lights. You’re allowed to leave the TV on, but only if it’s on a static-filled channel. Close your eyes and count to ten. When you’re finished, open your eyes, grab the knife and return to the bathroom. Say, “I found (name of your stuffed animal)!” and proceed to stab it with the knife.
Next, you say, “Okay, now (stuffed animal's name) is it.” Leave the stuffed animal in the bathroom and quickly hurry out of the room and hide quietly. It is very important to have your glass of salt water or sake with you in your hiding place. You need to stay hidden for as long as you can.
To end the game you need to follow a ritual. Take as much salt water (or sake) in your mouth as you can, holding it there while you return to the bathroom. If the stuffed animal is not there, keep searching until you find it. Once you do, spit the salt water or sake all over it and repeat three times, “I won!”
As a final precaution it is imperative you burn the stuffed animal used. Even though the game is over people have posted that they’ve become ill, gotten into some kind of accident, or continued to feel the presence of someone or something.
The Weeping Woman or La Llorona
La Llorona is a Latin American legend about the ghost of a woman who is seen weeping by a river. According to the legend, the woman lost her children and now cries while looking for them, often causing misfortune to those who are near, or who hear her.
In a rural village there lived a young woman named Maria. Maria came from a poor family but was known around her village for her beauty. One day, an extremely wealthy nobleman traveled through her village. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Maria. Maria was charmed by him and he was charmed by her beauty, so when he proposed to her, she immediately accepted. Maria's family was thrilled that she was marrying into a wealthy family, but the nobleman's father was extremely disappointed that his son was marrying into poverty.
Maria and her new husband built a house in the village to be away from his disapproving father. Eventually Maria gave birth to twins: a boy and a girl. Her husband was always traveling, and stopped spending time with his family. When he came home, he only paid attention to the children and Maria knew her husband was falling out of love with her.
One day, he left and never returned. Years later, as Maria and her twins were walking by a river, she saw a familiar carriage with a younger, beautiful woman next to her husband. Maria was so angry and confused that, without thinking, she picked up her two children and threw them into the river, drowning them. Only after she saw their bodies floating in the river did she realize what she had done and she then jumped into the river, hoping to die with her children.
At the gates of heaven, she was challenged over the whereabouts of her children, and not permitted to enter the afterlife until she found them. She is forced to wander the Earth for all eternity, searching in vain for her drowned offspring. If you hear her cries, they could bring misfortune or even death.
James Dean's Cursed Car
Many tragic events have been associated with Little Bastard, the Porsche 550 Spyder that belonged to late actor James Dean. Below is a great story explaining all the mystery that still surrounds this car.
While filming Rebel Without A Cause, James Dean had upgraded from the 356 to the 550 Spyder and decided that he wanted to make it uniquely his. Dean called upon George Barris, of movie car fame, to customize the Porsche. He gave it tartan seats, two red stripes over the rear wheels and plastered the number ‘130’ on its doors, hood and engine cover. The name “Little Bastard” was given by Dean language coach, Bill Hickman, and was later painted on the car by master pin striper, Dean Jeffries.
On September 23 of 1955, Dean met actor Alec Guinness outside of a restaurant and had him take a look at the Spyder. Guinness told Dean that the car had a “sinister” appearance and then told Dean: “If you get in that car, you will be found dead in it by this time next week.” Seven days later, Dean would be killed in his beloved “Little Bastard.”
That “Little Bastard” not only killed James Dean, but killed and maimed others who came in contact with it causing many to say that the damn thing was cursed. George Barris, who customized the 550 originally, bought the wrecked carcass of “Little Bastard” for $2500 and soon after it slipped off its trailer and broke a mechanics leg.
Not long after Barris sold the engine and drivetrain to Troy McHenry and William Eschrid. While the two were both racing against one another in cars that had parts from the “Little Bastard,” McHenry lost control and hit a tree, killing him instantly and Eschrid was seriously injured when his car suddenly locked up and rolled over while going into a turn.
Barris still had two tires from the 550 which were untouched in Dean’s accident. He sold them and not long after, both blew out simultaneously causing the new owner’s car to run off the road. Barris had kept the car in his possession sans the sold parts and it caught the attention of two would-be thieves. One of the thieves arms was torn open trying to steal the steering wheel while the other was injured trying to remove the bloodstained tartan seat.
Due to all the incidents involving “Little Bastard,” Barris decided to hide the car but was convinced by the California Highway Patrol to lend the cursed heap to a highway safety exhibit. The first exhibit was unsuccessful as the garage that housed the car caught fire and burned to the ground. Mysteriously the car suffered virtually no damage from the fire. The next exhibition at a local high school ended abruptly when the car fell off its display and broke a nearby student’s hip.
The curse continued when the “Little Bastard” was being transported when the truck carrying the car lost control which caused the driver to fall out and somehow get crushed by the car after it fell off the back. The car fell off of two more transport trucks while travelling on the freeway fortunately not injuring anyone. The CHP decided that it had had enough of the “Little Bastard” and while transporting the car to Barris, the car mysteriously vanished and has not been seen since.
Source: Underworld Tales
The legend of the Lechuza is traditional in Hispanic culture. It is believed the Lechuza is a shape-shifting witch or spirit that torments the living seeking for revenge. Some say this horrific creatures are women who sold their souls to the devil in exchange for magical powers.
They only come after midnight and always before a storm. Be very careful if you see one and never look it straight in the eyes. These shape-shifting witches roam around looking for the perfect victim. Once they do, they will perch on a tree outside of the victim's home. It will mimic the sound of a crying baby to lure them outside, where it swoops down and carries them away, never to be seen again.
I once heard a story about a friend's grandmother who had an encounter with the Lechuza. She was in her youth and lived in a small town in Mexico. One afternoon she was outside hanging her washing when she saw an owl on a nearby tree. Every afternoon, for six days, she saw this owl just staring at her. On the afternoon of the sixth day she decided to invite the owl back. According to my friend's grandmother, legend said that if you saw an owl at 3:00 p. m. it meant the creature wanted to talk to you and do no harm, So she invited the owl/witch by saying: "Come back tomorrow, and we'll have a cup of coffee."
The next afternoon there was a knock on the back door. When my friend's grandmother opened the door, an old lady was standing there and told her: "I'm here for the cup of coffee you promised me." Now I don't know what happened after this, because my friend's grandmother refuses to talk about it. She gets frightened and changes the subject. Strange things have happened in her family ever since that day and until this day, whatever they talked about, remains a mystery.
There you go guys, I hope you enjoyed this compilation of scary ghost stories and urban legends. Be careful during this time of the year. Scary things are more likely to happen during Halloween. Thank you so much for reading. Let me know in the comments down below what are some urban legends or scary stories that haunt you. Like and share this post so you can freak out your friends.
Until next time,
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It's said that All Hallows' Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin - and whether you believe in such things or not, those roaming spirits probably believe in you, or at least acknowledge your existence, considering that it used to be their own. Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.