histórias de Kuchisake

Hi this is a story about a japanese urban legend, kuchisake onna. I hope you will enjoy this!

The story of a so called pretty woman.... That lives in Japan

"Kuchisage-onna menyerang korbannya pada malam hari. Awalnya dia hanya seorang perempuan, dia memakai masker. Dia akan bertanya pada korbannya 'apakah aku cantik?' jika korbannya menjawab 'tidak!' dia akan langsung membunuhnya tapi jika menjawab 'iya!' dia akan meKuchisage-onna menyerang korbannya pada malam hari.mbuka maskernya dan menampakkan bibir nya yang robek, lalu dia bertanya lagi 'apakah aku cantik?' jika menjawab 'tidak!' dia akan langsung membunuhnya, jika menjawab 'iya!' dia akan langsung mengambil gunting lalu merobek bibir korbannya agar sama seperti bibirnya."

A FanFiction about The Japanese myth about the Kuchisake-Onna. Editing done by Alashay13

COVER ART NOT MINE I JUST ADDED THE WORDS ~ "So why are we at a well again? You're wasting my hour." Kuchisake had a point. It was in my hour too, although I didn't care about going out at this point. something just.... happened. being trapped here didn't seem to bother me, like a bird finding their cage to be all they need. And it was all I needed. I could have anything I wanted, right at my fingertips. Who was I to complain? Sure, I missed the kids. But it wouldn't be any worse than seeing them go on with another year in school. I watched as The receptionist went around the well until she was on the opposite side and looked at us. "My name is Okiku. You, you three will find my tenth plate." Was all she said before she vanished with a blink. There was no smoke, nor was there a dramatic flash. She just disappeared, like flipping a page to a new drawing in the chapter. And before I knew it, I was gone too, not quite sure where I was going. And then shit just had to black out.

Urban legends are not true. They are simply just stories told to children to either scare them or to teach them a lesson...right? © 2015 KʀʏᴘᴛɪCᴀᴛ Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

**This is a modern version of the urban legend of Kuchisake Onna** Kuchisake used to be an ordinary, beautiful Japanese girl. She had a husband, who was a warrior. One day, her husband finds out about an affair that Kuchisake was having. He was flooded with rage and confronted his wife, arguing with her. Soon, he slit her mouth from ear to ear and left her.

A quick horror story I wrote in the hours of 3-6am

People know the stories about her, well, here is the heartbreaking truth

Inside the solitude filled void Mary void an unknown slitery voice calling to her name. One wounded mistress from the depth of rural Japan wailling her heart out to the fortress of 16th England. Will love bloom among two wilted souls?

This retells an encounter with Kuchisake Onna