Jhorror Stories

A fanfiction of the J-horror movie, Ju-on: The Grudge. The cursed house of the Saeki family had been destroyed without any trace that was then owned and renovated by the new family, but the curse will await them including the high school best friend as worst as possible. DISCLAIMER: There are vulgar language like swear words and gory descriptions like murder, torture and death in this story. [Sorry if my English is kind of bad, because that's my second language]

​In the quiet, neon-lit suburbs of 1990s Chiba Prefecture, a whisper began to circulate among the midnight commuters and restless teenagers. They spoke of a figure standing beneath solitary streetlights-a girl in a pale blue floral kimono, delicate as porcelain. ​But those who drew close enough to look beneath her bangs discovered a chilling void. Where her mouth should have been, there was only smooth, featureless skin. ​She is the Kuchi no Nai Shōjo. The Mouthless Girl. ​To encounter her on a dark road is to face a trial of the soul. If your heart harbors cruelty, or if you turn away from her anguished, telepathic cries with cold indifference, the punishment is swift and absolute. Your body freezes. Your features melt. Your lower face fuses shut-trapping your teeth, your tongue, and your screams behind a mask of seamless flesh. ​When a series of paralyzed, faceless victims are discovered inside their own locked homes, the line between urban myth and waking nightmare shatters. Now, a gripping investigation plunges into the dark space between what we think and what we dare to speak aloud. ​In a world where malice breeds a literal, suffocating silence, only one question remains: ​When she calls out to you from the dark, what will your true nature reveal? --- This is my very first I upload a short story in Wattpad. So, I apologize if it's not that good. I still hope you enjoy it. Thank you for your understanding.

Olá queridos leitores e amantes do gênero de terror. Aqui nesse livro irei contar alguns contos com a temática >j horror< que particularmente é meu tipo favorito rsrs. Lembrando que não terão ligação entre si então leiam na ordem que preferir. E todos são de minha autoria, se verem alguma história daqui em outro lugar me avisem. Bons pesadelos meus leitores⚰️

My first ever actual story incorporate two of my big interests. Thomas the Tank Engine, and horror. Since it's Halloween time, I though my first ever story would be very fitting.

In the quiet heart of Kyoto, where cherry blossoms fall like whispered regrets, Aya Kurenai dances alone - a gifted but forgotten performer of traditional *Nihon Buyō*, clinging to a dying art in a world that no longer listens. Until **he** appears. From the cracked mirror of an abandoned theater, a man in a black kimono lined with red offers her a deal: **fame beyond imagination**, in exchange for just one thing - her next dance. And the one after that. And every one until she forgets her own name. She agrees. Overnight, Aya becomes a sensation. Her movements are hypnotic, her beauty otherworldly. Clad in a crimson kimono that binds to her skin like a second soul, she ascends to stardom. But with each performance, something slips away - a memory, a name, a feeling. Her best friend notices she no longer laughs. Her lover realizes she can't remember their first kiss. Because the man who gave her fame is no man at all. He is **Ren**, the Prince of the Forgotten - a *yokai* who feeds on perfection, who collects artists not for their blood, but for their **identity**. And Aya is not the first Crimson Dancer. She is the **thirteenth**. As her soul unravels, a hidden war begins to surface. A secret society of artists - *The Crimson Chain* - fights to preserve memory through forbidden dances. A detective hunts the truth behind vanishing performers. And her sister, Yumi, will cross mountains to save her from a fate worse than death: **eternal beauty, and eternal emptiness**. Now, Aya must choose: Dance forever in a world of mirrors - Or perform one final dance to reclaim her name... Even if it means **dancing with the devil in a red kimono**. ---

A young psychic girl named Yurei battles with Sadako Yamamura. I must confess, this was literally a school project I made and copied and pasted into Wattpad.

At 4 AM, the internet is just a glowing monitor and the people desperate enough to be looking at it. For Tsumugi, an indie VTuber streaming from a cramped one-room apartment in Osaka, that screen is her only connection to the world. Her audience is small, predictable, and safely separated by a digital barrier. Then she spots the red streak in her own video archive. It looks like a visual glitch, except for the eyes that track her at sixty frames per second. It moves within the paused video. Worse, when she checks her older VODs, she finds the exact same anomaly hiding in the background of her very first stream from two years ago. It didn't just arrive. It's been waiting. And now it's leaking out of the broadcast.

Di Jepang, hantu tidak menjerit. Ia hanya berdiri di depan pintumu - dan menunggu kamu membuka sendiri. Sebuah apartemen yang terlalu murah. Penghuni sebelumnya pergi buru-buru. Dan satu aturan yang ditinggalkan di pintu: jangan pernah membukanya, apa pun yang kau dengar dari baliknya. "Aturan Rumah Ini" adalah kumpulan horor psikologis bergaya Jepang - rumah-rumah biasa dengan satu aturan yang tak boleh dilanggar. Bukan teror yang membuatmu lari, tapi keheningan yang perlahan mencekikmu. Tamat per kisah. Update tiap minggu. Kisah pertama: KAMAR 305.