It gave me the chills. I was glad when we finally got back home.
All of this happened more than 10 years ago. I haven't seen my grandparents since then. I haven't been able to so much as set foot in the country. Afterwards, I would call them every few weeks and talk to them on the phone.
Over the years, I tried to convince myself that it was just an urban legend, that everything that happened was just some elaborate prank. But sometimes, I'm not so sure.
My grandfather died two years ago. When he was sick, he wouldn't allow me to visit him and he left strict instructions in his will that I wasn't to attend his funeral. It was all very sad.
My grandmother called a few days ago. She said that she had been diagnosed with cancer. She missed me terribly and wanted to see me one last time before she died.
"Are you sure, Grandma?" I asked. "Is it safe?"
"It's been 10 years," she said. "All that happened a long time ago. It's all forgotten. You're all grown up now. I'm sure there won't be a problem."
"But... but... what about Hachishakusama?" I said.
For a moment, there was silence on the other end of the phone. Then, I heard a deep masculine voice saying:
"Po... Po... Po... Po... Po... Po... Po..."
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8 ft. Tall
HorrorThis is a Japanese urban legend about a tall woman who abducts children. She is 8ft tall, wears a long white dress and makes a noise like "Po... Po... Po... Po..."
