Hikiko

"Hikiko also known as the bullied ghost is about a urban legend of a girl who was beat and bullied to death.(Other than the movie)one day a girl(who was a bully)was walking down some stairs down a bridge when she thought the saw a girl walking and holding her teddy bear as she looked closer it was a zombie like girl dragging a human body.The girl ran but then she tripped and Hikiko got her and dragged her till she decapitated"-from urban legend wiki

Hi, my name is Hana, i'm a student from the high school and today is when i must go to my little brother's elementary school to bring him home.Usually is my mother that would do this but she had to do a job in other city so i would have to take care of my brother and our house for two days.

No, i'm not a troublemaker, in fact i'm a very responsable person, i'm the number one in my class, i excel in every sport and i love my brother too much to fight with him, so he is in good hands.

So, now is 19:00 hours and i was suposed to have reached my brother's school 30 minutes earlier but the train was so slow because it someone had fall doen in the railways so i had to wait before the train reached the closest station to jump into another one.

When i got to the gates i noticed that nobody was there, which is strange considering that the teachers only leave after all the students have been taken.Not even the security was in sight.

As i was entered the door i saw something that made me throw up, it was the sight of blood on the walls and on the floor.

I prayed hard for my brother don't hurt, or worse, dead.

As i passed by the classrooms i saw thateverything was out of the place, as if someone tried to hold the chairs and desks but something pulled them and knocked down the objects.

I needed to use the stairs to go to the second floor(my brother's class) but the lights on the entire floor were down so i got from my pocket my flashlight of emergency(yes, i try to be ready to any circunstance) and let me say that i started to regret doing this.

On the whole extension of the corridor lots of kid's bodies were either decapitated and/or missing some limbs, it was awful.How the teachers didn't do a thing?!

Fear started to run through my veins as i entered all the classrooms on the floor, only to be met by blood and body's pieces.

Finaly i got to the last classroom, i opened the door, my heart beating so loud that even my respiration seemed more like a whisper.My hands were sweating and my eyes blinked fast to clean them from the non-existent dirty.

I opened the door and in front of me was a girl, her skin was gray, lifeless, her long and black hair covered her face but even without it i couldn't see clearly her eyes nor her mouth.What i saw though shocked me to my very core.

In one of her hands was a kid's arm, but it wasn't anyone's arm.It was my brother's arm, i knew it because it had the bracelet that i made for him as a sign of our friendship and love.That arm had patches of blood on the end where it should be conected to a shoulder.

I was afraid, i was freezed but i was also angry.I was felling too much emotions to think clearly so my body acted itself and made me run in the girl's direction.I grabbed her clothes so tight that my fingers were turning white from the loss of blood circulation.

I wanted to kill her, but deep inside me i knew that i would never get my revenge since she was already dead.

I saw my mother, she was crying together with our father in front of our graves.Yes, the fall killed me since i fell from two floors and right on the gate.The metal had broken my spine and damaged almost all of my organs.

The "killer" was never found, the school was closed and abandoned.

I didn't revenged my brother but now, both of us are watching over our parents, protecting them from any danger, waiting the day that they'll reunite with us.

Sometime later mysterious deaths of elementary kids were reported in dozens of schools around Japan, it was her again, Hikiko-san.

Cow Head

Oksana lived in a small house on the edge of town with her father, her stepmother and her stepsister. Oksana's stepmother disliked Oksana, favoring her true daughter, Olena.

Soon after her father's remarriage, Oksana found that all the housework fell to her while Olena idled her days away. Oksana's father was a timid man, and could not bring himself to defy his wife. So Oksana wore Olena's cast off clothes, and her hands grew red and chapped from scrubbing in the cold, while Olena attended parties, growing lazy and spoiled.

One year, when the winter snows were particularly fierce, Oksana's family ran out of money. Oksana's stepmother began nagging her father to send Oksana away, because they could not afford to keep two girls. Reluctantly, Oksana's father agreed. He took Oksana to a cottage deep in the woods and left her there.

Oksana was very frightened. The woods were said to be filled with demons and monsters. But Oksana was also practical. She entered the cottage with her small bundle and found a fireplace, a lopsided table and a rusty old pot. Oksana put away the loaf of bread, the knife and the slab of cheese her father had given her. She folded the blanket and laid it near the fireplace. Then she collected wood and built a fire.

Oksana knew the bread and cheese would not last her all winter. So she made a snare using the thin, flexible branches of the trees and caught a snow rabbit to eat. She also dug under the deep snow, and found some roots and berries for food.

By dark, Oksana had melted water for drinking, and used the rest to make a stew. So Oksana ate well. Then she lay down near the fire for the night, listening to the wind howl and pretending to herself that she was not frightened of the woods.

It was midnight when the knock came.

Knock, knock, knock.

It echoed hollowly through the dark cottage. Oksana woke with a start, her heart pounding in fear. It came again.

Knock, knock, knock.

Oksana thought of the monsters. She hid under her blanket, praying the thing would go away.

Knock, knock, knock.

Oksana rose, grabbing a branch. She crept towards the door. The wind howled eerily down the chimney. Oksana swallowed and swung the door open. There was nothing there. Her heart pounded fiercely as she stared out at the snow whipping about in the light of her small fire. Then she looked down. Oksana let out a shriek of terror and leapt back, dropping her stick. It was a demon. An evil spirit.

It had no body!

"Who are you?" Oksana stuttered, clutching the door with shaking hands.

"I am Cow's Head," it replied.

Indeed, Oksana saw at once that it was. The head was brown, with curved horns and strange, haunted eyes.

"I am cold and hungry. May I sleep by your fire?" the Cow's Head asked. Its voice was cold and lifeless.

Oksana gulped down her horror.

"Of course," she said.

"Lift me over the threshold," demanded the Cow's Head hollowly. Oksana did as she was bidden.

"Place me near the fire."

Anger warred with compassion inside her, but compassion won. Oksana put it next to the fire.

"I am hungry," said the Cow's Head. "Feed me."

Oksana thought of her meager food supply. The stew left in the pot was for her breakfast. She fed it to Cow's Head.

"I will sleep now," it said. There was no softening in its attitude toward her. Nonetheless, Oksana made it comfortable for the night, giving it her blanket and sleeping in a cold corner with only her cloak to keep her warm.

When she woke in the morning, Cow's Head was gone. Where it had slept was a large trunk, filled with the most beautiful gowns she had ever seen. Under the gowns lay heaps of gold and jewels.

Oksana stared blankly at the riches in front of her. Her father's voice roused her.

"Daughter, I am come."

Oksana forgot the trunk in her joy. She ran into his arms. He had defied her stepmother to come and bring her back to their home.

"Papa, come see!" Oksana exclaimed as she pulled him into the cottage. Her words tumbled over each other as she explained.

Her father took her home. She was honored in her town for her compassion and her bravery, and won scores of suitors. She married soon after her return from the cottage.

Hearing Oksana's story, and seeing the riches she had received, Olena went to the cottage in the forest and spent the night there. But when Cow's Head appeared, she was too lazy to serve it. In the morning, all her gowns had turned to rags and her possessions to dust.

But Oksana lived to a ripe old age in happiness and prosperity.

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Three Kings Ritual

NOTE: ALRIGHT, I will start off by saying that i DO NOT mess with this type of stuff personally….im too chicken.  Secondly if anyone is offended by the “magical/mystical references etc I’M sorry but blame my followers because i aim to please majority.  Thirdly ifANYONE TRIES THIS i want to kno what happens. 

The Ritual

Please Don’t Actually Try This

I’ve been posting bits and pieces of my life here, but I find them a little boring and self-serving (the last one about the juvie incidents was already like 70% made-up, to my shame) so today I’ll post a recipe instead. This is not creepypasta (at least not yet) and I’m writing it from a train in the NYC area.

What I’m about to share with you today is one of the many relatively safe ways in which you can access (not quite enter) a place I call the “Shadowside”, and its effectiveness depends on how seriously you take me; your mileage may vary, refer to title.

I won’t tell you that you shouldn’t be afraid of the Shadowside; chances are you’ve already seen it after all, and merely think it was just a “recurring dream”. I will tell you there is no need to be ignorantly afraid of it, though. There is a difference. Ignorance fuels fear and fear can give that place a lot of juice to run on. You have to be big on preparation if you want to try this. It’s like sky diving: if getting it right on your first try is not something you’re good at, then this is not for you.

If you do drugs or alcohol the night of the event, you’re going to have a bad time. If you’re going through some serious issues in your life and are not feeling mentally or spiritually stable, or if you’re doing this just to escape, you’re going to have a bad time. And if you don’t follow my instructions (particularly the multiple backups I’ll give you, which trust me, are there for a reason) you’re going to really have a bad time. The name of this game is THE THREE KINGS, btw.

Ingredients:

• A very large empty and quiet room, preferably without windows. If windows exist, you need to be able to cover them and ensure total darkness. Basements usually work well, if they’re roomy enough.
• A pack of candles (you’ll only use 1, if all goes well), and a lighter.
• A bucket of water and a mug.
• A fan.
• Two large mirrors (like the one on your dresser. Don’t worry, they won’t be harmed. Or if they are, it’d be the least of your concerns).
• Three chairs.
• An alarm clock.
• An active cell phone (don’t forget to charge the goddamn battery!)
• A loved one willing to follow rules and go along with all this madness.
• A small toy or dear object from your childhood.

Setup:

• Start setup at around 11 PM. Place one chair in the center of the room, facing north (this is important). Place the other two chairs exactly to the left and right, facing your throne. The distance between your throne and that of your queen and fool should be about the length of your arm to each side, more or less.
• Place the two large mirrors on the queen and fool chairs left and right of you, facing you (and each other). Try your best to have them stand at a 90 degree angle (or else you may get more or less than three kings). If you sit on your throne facing straight ahead (north), you should be able to perceive your own reflection in each of the two mirrors without actually having to turn your head nor your eyes to do so. If you see your own reflection in the corner of your eye, just barely there, then you’ve done it right.
• Place the bucket of water and the mug in front of you, just barely out of reach.
• Place the fan behind you, turn it on. Don’t set it to maximum power -medium or low is usually enough. Leave it on.
• Turn off the lights, leave the door open and go to your bedroom.
• Set the candles by the side of the bed, next to a lighter, your alarm clock and your cellphone (leave it charging). Set your alarm clock for 3:30 AM.
• Turn off the lights and sleep while holding your power object, get some rest.

Showtime:

• Wake up at 3:30 AM with your alarm clock. Turn it off, but don’t turn on the light. You have exactly three minutes to light your candle, grab your cellphone, and make your way to the dark room to sit in your throne. You should be seated by 3:33 AM.
• Don’t forget your power object!
• Check for potential red flags: if your cellphone didn’t charge for whatever reason, abort the mission. If the alarm didn’t go off exactly at 3:30 AM, abort the mission. If you find the dark room door closed (remember you left it open) abort the mission. If the fan is turned off (you left it on) abort the mission.
• (Side note: if you have to abort the mission due to any of the above, leave the house with your loved one. Go to a hotel or something. There’s no need to run; you have time to grab a jacket and your keys and what not, but leave. After 6 AM the coast should be clear.)
• If all is going as planned, you can proceed and take your throne. DO NOT look directly at either of the two mirrors besides you. DO NOT let the candle go out. The fan is behind you. You must protect the candle with your body, which is standing in between (there’s a reason for this; as you’ll soon see).
• Look straight ahead, at the darkness. Not at the candle, not at the mirrors, just straight ahead. Eagle-eyed readers surely noticed I didn’t say during setup which chair was queen and which chair was fool. That’s because it’s your job to find out. And from their point of view, you are either their queen or their fool, too. Hence three kings.

~~ I won’t spoil what happens next. Suffice to say, you won’t be alone and if you have questions, you’ll get answers. Sometimes in the form of new questions, but hey, that’s the story of humanity eh? Just stay put and try not to move. Again, DO NOT look directly at the mirrors, nor the candle. Just straight ahead, trust me. Don’t chicken out either; you need to wait until 4:34. By 4:34 it’s all over. It’s okay to tremble a little bit, just try not to. Not because it affects the ritual or anything -it’s just a pussy thing to do while in polite company.

Did I mention not to let the candle go out? That’s what the fan is for. You’re protecting the candle with your body, but if your body were to be suddenly moved then the fan would turn off the candle. That’s backup number 1. Your loved one is backup number 2: at 4:34 she has to come in the room and call your name. If that won’t work, she has to call your cellphone. If that won’t work, she has the glass of water and the bucket. She can’t touch you though -that’s a newbie mistake. Backup number 3 is your item of power, the toy, or locket or whatever object of strength you brought along for the ride. It’ll show you the way if SHTF.

Multiple back ups. You gotta be like a boy scout if you do these things. If you half-ass it, half-ass it all the way so that it won’t work. Worst you can do is take it seriously enough for it to work and not seriously enough to be prepared for the consequences.