|Author||The Hyakumonogatari Kaidankai (One Hundred Ghost Stories) Thread|
| 3 mo ago
Title: Happy Birthday
Story Number: 24
The candles light up and cake is shared around but I can not eat.
The wishes and blessings of my visitors yet my body aches.
The descriptions of the lovely weather and warmth outside as my body shivers.
Their recounts of adventures and holidays yet I'm strapped to a bed.
Compliments and boasts of my achievements in my youth. Now I am only a burden.
The singing and celebrations of everyone who loves me but I don't know them.
"Stay happy" But I have not been happy for decades
"Stay healthy" But I have been in and out of hospital for years.
"Stay safe" But I have been in and out ICU for months.
"Stay strong" But I have not been out of a bed for weeks.
"Stay Energised" But Its getting hard to even keep my eyes open.
"Stay Alive" But I do not remember the last time I felt alive.
| 2 mo ago
Title: John Smith
Story Number: 25
I am John Smith, I am you and you are me.
I steal from the poor and I give breadcrumbs from the cracks of my fingertips. I take your wife but leave your kids. I grill the meanest steaks with crunch and spice. I give the kids walking by a high-five. I spit at the blind and mock the deaf. I work a proper job. I wear a uniform at the office. I am casual at home. I murder almost every animal that comes to my home. My only compassion stems from others seeing my pity. I click emojis to express my emotions. I participate in fundraising activities to raise awareness. I buy toys that I deceive myself that I need. I claim to love life but I rip apart different families at every meal. I believe joy comes form the freedom to choose, yet I only remember the choices that I regret. I fell in love and I fell into lust. I jump for others' joy. I live for my debts. My only thoughts are for my vacation. I protect my home yet I am asleep for most of the time that I am within it. I ask for others pities, I depend on others for my food. I live for affirmation. When I love, I am betrayed. I get harmed by my neighbors
Where does your individuality lie? What is your purpose in life? How are we different from each other? What we do to one, we do to ourselves.
Can you say, " I am not John Smith"? What have you done that we should remember you; that John Smith should remember you? We are your worst enemy, we are a friend.
You am John Smith.
Albwin OP2 mo ago
Title: The rage of the Akachekulu - a ghost story from Zambia
Author: Albwin based on a BaLamba folktale
Story Number: 26
Jennifer, a young doctor who had just finished her medical studies at a renowned university in the US, was in Zambia as a volunteer for three weeks already. The little rural hospital where she helped out was in the very North of the country, not too far from the border Zambia shared with the Democratic Republic of the Kongo. The locals were happy to have her and her medical knowledge. Jennifer, however, also rubbed some people the wrong way with the somewhat patronizing though surely well-intentioned behavior she often showed, knowingly or unnknowingly. Sophisticated as she saw herself she more often than not shook her head when suddenly confronted with local customs and traditions that didn't look anything but behind the times for her. Especially so as the highly industialized environment of the Copperbelt stood in stark contrast to the tradition and superstition which could still be found in the more rural areas.
Having her first free day in a while, Jennifer decided to go hiking. There was a nice little mountain forest not too far from the hospital which had picked her interest. She wore sturdy shoes, of course, so as to be safe from any venomous creepy-crawlies she might encounter.
Who the doctor did encounter, though, was an old BaLamba woman who got treated by her some days ago. The two women engaged in coversation and Jennifer told the old woman where she wanted to go.
"That's a bad ide, Miss Doctor." the old woman replied "The forest is the territory of the utuchekulu, the gnomes, you know? The utuchekulu can be malicious if they want to, very malicious, and they won't necessarily take well to a stranger entering their forest. It is better not to rist angering them, Miss Doctor. Believe me."
Hearing this, Jennifer couldn't help but laugh at the superstitious old woman. Some dubious gnomes didn't scare her in the least. Ignoring the old woman's warning she entered the forest nonetheless, although only afzter waiting until the other woman was out of sight.
Some time had already passed since Jennifer had entered the forest when she heard someone calling out to her. At first she couldn't see anybody but at last she discovered a little head in the cleft of a tree. As Jennifer wasn't proficient in the local Lamba language or any other African language for that matter she didn't understand a single word. With amazement she saw a little dark-skinned man emerging from the tree cleft. For a short moment she asked herself if he couldn't be a pigmy but she didn't believe a pigmy to be so timy. Even mor striking was a singulary long and blood-red tooth coming from its mouth. This really was a kind of deformity she never had seen before.
With her scientific curiosity aroused, Jennifer crouched down forgot all her politeness and simply lifted the little man from the ground ignoring his obvious cries of protest, language barrier or not. The more she inspected the tooth of the akachekulu she didn't recognize as such, the more she became intigued. The blood-red color seemed to be in fact part of the enamel and not some kind of ethnic tooth coloring like she initially had believed. Additionally, the tooth was surprisingly sharp. Just slightly touching its tip was enough to draw her blood.
Only after a long time Jennifer became aware of the fact that at some point of time she became surrounded by a large number of angrily murmuring utuchekulu who had heard the distress of their comrade and came to his aid. This was the point in time when Jennfer statred to feel that the tiny company she got was really eerie. But by then it was already too late. With an angry shout the utuchekulu pounced on the audacious white women who dared to use one of their own as a plaything. Regret came too late as she got pierced by countles sharp, lonng, blood-red teeth and ended her life under terrible pain. Surely not the first time that curiosity killed the cat.
Days later the local Police looked for Doctor Jennifer who had so suddenly disappeared without a trace. The old woman who had warned the doctor of the dangers she had to expect gave her testimony as a witness. With heavy regret in her voice she concluded: "I should have told her that the utuchekulu do also eat people. I didnd't do and that's my fault. If you go looking for her in that mountain forest, Mr. Policeman, you might well find Miss Doctor's mortal remains. But be cautious of the utuchekulu. They might not take well to Police investigating in their territory..."
Last edited 2 mo ago by Albwin.
| 26 days ago
Title: The revival
Story Number 27
Walk through the darkness to seek the light.
Walk through light to find shade to hide
There is no light without darkness and no darkness without light.
Suppose you were heading through a tunnel. You enter from light into darkness only to seek passage into the light at other end. Yet what happens when you are taking refuge within that darkness? From Physical Airstrike, Social Bullying, Mental recalibration... Rest; a shelter to remain in stasis til you are ready again to brave the sunlight. Can you stay in there forever? Will your problems dissolve, will they wait for you to be ready, will the grumbling in your stomach stop?
Now child, move towards the exit. Will you regretting your life make you or your family feel better? Will making one last phone call to your family put you both at ease? But its too late. Time waits for no one. Not even me.
I may be known as death, the reaper, Anubis some even call me Satan. But neither you nor I am a Prisoner nor do I want your soul. I myself have lost my soul but it is what holds me to this void. I do not hate it nor do I have any malevolence, atleast I don't think so. I can no longer cry nor yell with any passion.
All I do here is to urge those such as you to keep moving. The longer you stay the longer the tunnel grows and the harder it is to keep travelling... Then you look back, to catch your breath, you turn around to see how far you've come, then you forget which way to go and where you've come from. You run one way and think, " No it was the other" so you run the other way again but then you doubt yourself. Again, again and again.
The walls of this tunnel used to be white as I heard from my predecessor but now the walls grow increasingly dark. Each person who gives up or falls asleeps in this tunnel meld into the walls for the only thing keeping their soul alive is their consciousness.
So run child, run. I can not guarantee what life you may live next but I can assure you will have no life in this place, forget the past and move forward.
Good good, run away from this place, lest you become a ghost wandering in limbo
....Comardes don't you find children the easiest... There are two conditions to being trapped in this void. One is to lose consciousness and the other is to forget your past. The further you run the less you remember, the more you focus on your feet, your rthymn and then it becomes the only thing on your mind.
I have fulfilled my role, as the escort, the ferryman, the cursed. I have told them about the gates to light about one being the old and the other being the new. Yet my predecessor never tasked me with giving the damned the correct end of the tunnel to past through.
This tunnel only channels one way. I did not lie when I said the tunnel get longer the more you wait. Why else would I have made such a long monologue? But the tunnels extends even faster when you run the wrong the way. For the tunnel will not let you return from whence you came.
I am Death, Reaper, Anubis, Satan and I am the only one you can hear in this tunnel, Lest I lie