The Grudge

Ominous

I had just gotten off of work and took a stroll through Tokyo. Admiring my surroundings, I wandered onto a small street that few people visit. The houses appeared to be run down, or not very well taken care of. One house seemed like it had not been lived in for years. However, I could feel it calling to me. I couldn't ignore the feeling, so I stopped in front of it. There was an old, rotted wooden gate surrounding the property. To my surprise, it was not locked. A gentle push from my hands prompted it to open, and I walked inside.

As I stepped into the main room of the house, I could feel more of an ominous aura trapped within the walls. There was no need to remove my footwear, as the house had not been occupied for a long time. The walls, staircase, and ceiling appeared something charred them in the past. Paying no mind to this, I continued my mindless exploration throughout what used to be a functional dwelling. After eyeing over the main room, I proceeded toward and up the stairs. As I ascended, the old wooden panels creaked and groaned. I reached the top step, and the ominous feeling grew stronger. It felt as though I was being drawn toward a certain room.

I continued to meander and ended up in the upstairs hallway. A room caught my attention. When I glanced into it, it was barren. No furniture and charred- like the rest of the building. Not paying much attention to it, I continued walking. However, a strange connection to the room remained. I reached the end of the hallway and performed an about-face. I then continued to walk. Upon approaching the room again, I stopped. Unable to help myself, I entered the room that had captured my attention.

This time, I noticed something different. A book manifested in the room's center. I approached it, and something happened that gave me a scare. The pages turned on their own, then stopped. Unable to read most Kanji, I found it hard to understand what was scrawled across the page. However, I could deduce that it was a diary of some sort. It looked old, and as though it had not been touched for years. I decided to leave the book alone, but felt drawn further into the room. It was there I found a closet. Upon opening it, the door slammed on its own behind me. I tried to escape, to no avail. After looking up, a horrific sight manifested in front of me. It was a pale, ghostly woman. A rattling noise erupted from her vocal chords as she moved toward me, and darkness encapsulated my body. I could see nothing and only hear the terrifying noise. I could only see her colorless eyes. In the next mere second, everything stopped. The curse had yet claimed another soul, and my lifeless body lay on the closet floor to rot.