As mentioned before both in my first 20% project presentation in my 2nd period English class and my previous blog post, Teke-Teke, Kashima Reiko is a rather aggressive spirits who will rip off your legs if you answe her incorrectly. Reader, beware, if you are sp00ked by chain letters, I urge you not to read this. If you read this story, Kashima Reiko will appear either in your dreams or your bathroom within a month but either way, just so I don't get people upset at me, you have been warned. In Hokkaido, Japan, a young woman was harassed and beaten by a bunch of thugs. The woman, trying to get help, was crossing a railroad track and conveniently collapsed halfway across. The incoming train was not friendly and ran her over, severing her bottom half from her top half. There are other variations of the story, as if one wasn't enough. There is one where Kashima was pushed onto the train tracks and one where she tripped. Either way, Reiko ended up being half the woman she used to be (literally) when she turned into a bloodthirsty demon ghost thing. Those who hear or read about her story win an unlucky visit from her within a month. She will appear to you in your private bathroom or a public one, or even in a dream. When you see her, she will ask three questions. If you answer any of them incorrectly, she will rip off your legs.
"Where are my legs?" Is her first question. You should answer with, "The Meishin Expressway."
"Who told you that?" Will be her next question. Answer with, "Kashima Reiko told me that."
And finally, her last question is the trickiest. "Do you know my name?" Though it may seem obvious, do not say "Kashima Reiko." because that is the incorrect answer. The name Kashima can be analyzed in a careful way. 'Ka' means 'mask,' or 'kamen' in Japanese. 'Shi' means 'dead person/death,' or 'shishin.' 'Ma' means 'demon.' Basically, if she asks you this question, answer with, "Mask Death Demon."
She should leave you alone after this if you answer correctly. However, if she asks you a question that is not mentioned here or anywhere else, good luck, my friend.
I'll see you on the other side in 30 days.
If you're in Shaffer's 2nd period class, you may or may not remember the Kashima Reiko story I cursed everyone with. If not, then I'll get on to Kashima Reiko's story later on in another blog post. But this post is focusing on Reiko's "friendlier" variation- Teke-Teke. Although both versions end in death, I like to think that Teke-Teke isn't as scary as Kashima Reiko. Teke-Teke started with a young school girl who, like the majority of Japanese urban legends, died tragically and painfully. The young schoolgirl, whose name remains unknown, fell onto the path of a subway or train track. Unluckily for her, she wasn't fast enough to move out of oncoming the subway/train's way, and, you all guessed it, the train sliced the poor girl in half. Obviously, it wouldn't be a sp00ky urban legend if it just ended at that. One day, a boy saw a beautiful girl. She was looking out the window, chin rests on her palm. Since it was an all boy's school, he was obviously confused as to why there was a female at the school. Before he can do much more, the girl jumped out of the window. The kicker (pun intended :)) was that she had no legs. I don't mean it as if she lost her leg to cancer or something, I mean that her whole bottom half was literally gone. The wound wasn't pretty considering that she was still bleeding and her intestines were presumably dangling out for the world to see. What a sicko. The poor kid, too shocked, was paralyzed and before he can run, the girl, carrying a sythe, cut the boy in half just like her. Maybe those matching couple things aren't so cute after all. This is how Teke-Teke appears. She has no bottom half, carries a sythe around, and chases people around late at night and cuts them in half. How does Teke-Teke transport herself, you ask? Definitely not by a taxi. I doubt someone would casually pick up a girl with half her body
Everyone has heard their parents say, "Don't go with strangers even if they offer you candy!" but some kids just can't follow that advice for some reason. Even if you do understand that you should not go with strangers, Hachishakusama doesn't give you a choice. Hachishakusama is a rather creepy person, or demon, or whatever she is. She is 8 feet tall (beat that, Slendy) and has long arms and legs with long, black hair covering her face. Japanese ghosts have a thing for black hair covering their face for some reason. Maybe it's the 'in' style for terrifying Japanese ghosts. She- it- wears a white dress and hat. Some say that it is a straw hat. Others say that it's a white hat. Either way, does the hat really matter? No. Not at all. You will know when Hachishakusama is near. Despite its' female-like appearance, it, in a very deep and masculine voice, mind you, says "po...po...po..." repeatedly, like a broken record. Once Hachishakusama sees you, it will not stop until it gets you. It is unknown what Hachishakusama does to the poor children that it captures, but they are never seen again. Perhaps Hachishakusama is lonely. Maybe she wants to turn those kids into little mini Hachishakusamas. Who knows? Nonetheless, the main moral is to be careful. People may not give you a choice in what you want to do.
Being a taxi driver must seriously suck. I mean, they spend all day driving random people around to wherever they want. Not only that, but taxi drivers must have also experienced more than a few people with several loose screws. But experiencing a ghost that's trying to kill you for kicks and giggles? They need more pay. The fatal fare story is one that most likely makes taxi or Uber drivers everywhere uncomfortable. Basically, the driver will get a customer while driving down a long, dark road for whatever reason. The passenger will request to be taken to a place where the driver has not heard of. The passenger will reassure the driver by telling them that they will guide them there. Naturally, this in itself already sounds a little suspicious, but hey, people will do stuff if it involves them getting some ka-ching. So, the passenger tells the driver where to go (which sounds like something out of a horror book, and in this case that's kinda true) and the directions get even more complicated. Despite the driver's most likely growing concern, the passenger reassures them that it's alright, which is just a straight up lie. They end up at their "destination" and when the driver turns around to look at the passenger, the passenger flakes out on them and disappears just as the driver drives right off the cliff to meet their inevitable doom. So, obviously, the moral is that some people may seem like they're good people that are trying to get you somewhere, but that somewhere may be at the bottom of a steep, rocky cliff.
KuneKune is an apparition usually seen in the countryside. Though in Japan, it gives me another excuse to stay far, far away from the outdoors, since I'm pretty much a shut-in. The KuneKune is usually described as a white squiggly line swaying back and forth in the distance. However, nobody can really describe this anomaly. Those who look at it directly go insane, sorta like the Medusa effect, only you unfortunately don't turn to stone. Being stone must be nice, right? Nope. Now, what can be so horrific that it can make a person lose their marbles? That is a great question. Obviously, the answer is one of the seven wonders of the world, because nobody sane knows. Who can tell? Everyone who looks at it goes crazy anyways. An anonymous person shared their experience with the KuneKune. The storyteller and his brother went to visit their grandparents, who lived in the countryside, when they were children. They played in the backyard, until the older brother saw something white twisting and turning in the distance. Naturally, being kids, they wondered what it was and managed to get their grubby little hands onto some binoculars. The oldest brother went first, then immediately lost his sanity upon looking at it. The storyteller was about to look at it, but the grandparents came just in time to save the little rascal. Thanks, grandparents all over the world for preventing us from going crazy. What happened to the oldest brother afterwords is unknown. Moral of this story? Curiosity killed the cat. Or, in this case, curiosity caused the cat to go crazy and foam at the mouth like a mental asylum patient.