so a long time ago i started reading the posts off this Facebook page. i'm not sure how i found it, but the page tells of all kinds of tales from the supernatural to the bizarre and shit like that.
of all the stories i'd read, the ones i've been thinking of most are this Japanese urban legend and the "most haunted house in London".
i'd tell you about the scariest one first. well, to me, it's the most terrifying and chilling anyway. i wouldnt know about you. i talked to my grandma about it and i always asked her to fetch me from the void deck because i was so terrified. [yes, it was just recent...]
this one's called the Teke-teke. it's the ghost of a girl who got bullied during her school days, and tried to escape it by suicide. this she did on the train tracks; an oncoming train had chopped off her lower half, separating it from the rest of her body.
her ghost comes in the form of her upper body, missing her lower torso and legs. apparently she has a knack of hunting down those who resemble her bullies, and chasing them til she cuts off their lower half.
it's impossible to outrun her, and even if you do manage, she'd find you in the next three days and cut you in half.
she frequents railway tracks, because that's where she killed herself. but there'd also been cases of her appearing in classroom toilets. [the reason why i always go down to the co-op toilet instead of just heading to the classroom one...]
and her name? she doesnt have any legs; her name's derived from the sounds her palms make against the ground when she chases after you.
i dont know about you, but as if ghosts who chase after you aren't already scary enough; what about ghosts who dont use their legs? although they're slow when doing so, crawling against the floor while chasing you is scary as shit!
next, 'the most haunted house in London'; 50 Berkeley Square.
i'd spent one whole day at the library last week, just reading about this, because it seemed so very interesting! there were many stories behind it, and much confusion revolving around the differing versions but this is what i understood of it.
the monster that resides in a room on the top floor [while some say it's the second floor] has been dubbed "the Thing", and appears to be a brown mess. it must have been so ugly til whoever saw it had all been doomed to madness and sometimes death.
a maid had been sent to the haunted room to fix a bedroom, and just as she got into the room, a scream was heard. everyone rushed to the scene to find her in the corner with a shocked face, repeating over and over; "don't let it touch me, don't let it touch me."
she died in a mental hospital the day after.
one man had heard about the house, his drunkenness causing him to make a bet that these stories were nothing but "unadulterated poppycock" [yes, his exact words]. he ordered the landlord to let him stay in the room for a night, and though reluctantly, was passed the 'privilege' of taking temporary residence.
it was, in fact, his last resting place in his life. his was the first death the Thing had taken; he was found leaning against the wall with a gun in his hand, still smoky from its recent shot, with his eyes literally bulging and his mouth opened wide in shock to reveal his teeth and gums.
he was pronounced dead of fright.
many years passed and the house soon became vacant. a pair of sailors were looking for a resting place, and spotted this very house. they couldnt believe their luck; and so they decided to spend the night there.
they decided that the first floor was not suitable enough, with all the dirt and rats everywhere. so of course, they settled in none other than the haunted room.
one of them had fallen asleep easily, but the other; not so. the latter had heard the door to the bedroom opening, and a presence had slipped over to him; he tried to run but he was enveloped by the Thing as it wrapped its arms around him and strangled him to no end.
the first sailor had awakened, and he was the one who witnessed the above. he took the opportunity to run out the door and onto the street. he had sacrificed his friend for his own escape, but he never stopped running til he met a police officer.
the sailor had alcohol on his breath, he was frantic and his tale was too unreal; but the police officer followed him til they got back to the house; and what greeted them would never be forgotten.
the head of the sailor's friend had been thrown off its body, which laid in a mangled mess over the sharp fence that had pierced through it.
it was reported that the Thing that the sailor saw was slimy-looking and had some sort of tentacles. lots of investigation made a conclusion that the Thing was actually some sort of octopus that originated from the sewers.
today, the first floor of the house is inhabited by a books company. a sign has been pinned onto the wall many years ago, warning that the above floors of the house were not to be used for anything, and not even storage.
the staff of this company had undeniably met and felt certain strange presences, but the last sign of a haunting was when one of the workers' glasses got thrown out of his face and across the room as he was climbing up the stairs. that was more than a decade ago, in about 2001.
i'd like to think that the octopus had been breeding in the attic, and today, continue to live by feeding on the rats and garbage. that is some sick shit!
but of course, there are many other theories as well. it was thought to be the ghost of a little girl who had suffered abuse from her uncle, and whose ghost continues being tortured and wanting to escape.
another story tells of a man who had locked his mentally ill brother in the attic, and only fed him through a hole in the door. he was too violent to be kept anywhere else outside the room, so he stayed there til he died.
it's also said to be the ghost of a Mr Myers, a man who had gotten jilted on the day of his wedding. he was so excited for his big day that he had ordered his servants to prepare a feast. he also spent a fortune decorating the house with new dresses for his new wife and nurseries for the family he was planning.
on the day of his wedding though, his bride never turned up. he waited hours but she never came. he got so upset that he made orders to leave the feast; the cakes and food as they were. he spent the rest of his life walking through the house with nothing but a candle and a broken heart.
everyone left him to be, along with the remnants of his wedding's preparation; moths were eating at his bride's dresses and rats were scurrying across the feast that had been prepared then.
he was found dead with a heart attack; he had died of a heartbreak.
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