Another old Japanese story, for your entertainment.

In the spring of the year of Horeki (1751) many officers and craftsman were dispatched from Edo (present day Tokyo) to build a large bridge over the Yahagi River in Aichi.

One day a head craftsman was standing at the edge of the river when he noticed what seemed to be a child's toy boat floating by with a doll in it. The boat was only a wooden board, but when he picked up the doll he saw it was too beautifully made to be a child's simple toy. He liked the pretty doll and took it back to the inn where was staying and put it in his room.

That night, in his sleep, he heard a voice in the dark.

"Today such- and- such a thing has happened. Tomorrow such -and- such things will happen to so- and- so. So-and-so will be sick tomorrow. So-and-so will travel to such-and-such a place."

When he woke up the next morning, he thought it had all been a strange dream, but then all the things the voice had spoken occurred to those people just as it had predicted. He thought this was very interesting. "Maybe this was created as a tool by a shaman for sorcery." He thought, as he held the beautiful doll in his hands and looked at it with awe.

The next night, as he lay in bed he heard the voice again. Then the next night he heard it again, speaking and speaking in the dark foretelling the future. In the beginning he loved it and felt he had found a rare treasure, but soon the voice seemed so loud he couldn't sleep and it began to bother him. He wanted to throw the doll away, but when he thought of how much care the previous owner had taken to float it away, he decided he had better be very careful. He took it to the master of the inn and showed it to him. The innkeeper was astonished at the sight of it and backed away fearfully. "This is a dangerous thing you have," he said "I have heard in Shi-zuoka of shamans who practice this kind of sorcery. That's why the doll came to you. This doll likes you now. It will bring misfortune to you if you try to throw it away now that you have picked it up."

The craftsman became very afraid of the doll now, and wondered what he should do with it. An old man who lived near the inn heard of the doll and told him "I've heard that there is only one correct way to dispose of this kind of doll. You must do as the previous owner did, and put it respectfully on a wooden board. Then place it in a stream as a child playing with a toy boat. This is a doll with a doll's heart, and you must play with it like a little child playing with a toy doll and comfort the doll's heart. Then you must turn your back slowly on the doll and let it go on the stream, pretend to be distracted. Go back slowly, without looking back to see the doll off. In this way you can accidentally 'lose' the poor doll in the stream the way a little child might. If you do this the magic doll will believe it has been lost by accident. It will forgive you and not bring misfortune to you."

The man was happy to hear this. He took it to the stream, and placed the doll on a wooden board and played with it just like a little boy. Then he let the boat go and returned to his inn. The doll floated forlornly away, and he felt relieved to know it go from his life.

Notice that in the word, "Shi-zuoka" there is a hyphen. Normally there wouldn't be, but GameFAQs picked it up as a censor bypass so I had to put in that hyphen.
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Men of genius are meteors destined to burn themselves out in lighting up their age. ~Napoleon Bonaparte, Discours de Lyon, 1771

I have always believed that toys have a life of their own, especially anything that's stuffed. That's why I still have the Kermit the Frog stuffed that i was given the day I was born. I actually used to feed it paper "flies."
A doll that my other sister has used to creep me out. I would be found in completely unexpected places in the house, usually whenever my sister was away at school. Almost as if the doll was looking for her.

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Dude, don't taunt him. He has a graph!-Donut, RvB

The second house that i lived in, from the time I was turning five, to a month after I got married, was haunted twice.
The first was the son of the original owners. He was killed in a plane crash a couple of years before we bought the place. He was supposed to get the house when his parents retired to Florida. Every now and then, people would see a human shape out of the corner of their eye, just looking into the house from the large picture window or the windows along the family room.
The secone haunt has multiple entities involved, all from a fire we had there about 15 years ago. We lost 17 animals, including 5 cats and a ferret. The cats are what we see most often, darting into a room, and when we look, there's no cats in the room. And occasionally, in my old bedroom, you can still hear the sound of hamster wheels and the digging of a ferret on her cage doors to trim her claws, yet there are no animals like that in the room like that.

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Dude, don't taunt him. He has a graph!-Donut, RvB

... i didnt know which one is more freaky.... the fact that you have animal ghosts in your house... or you had 17 animals dead in your house...
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Bump.

Isn't there also a legend, something about if a doll lives in relatively good condition (being cared for) it can become "alive"?

I'm not sure if I read that somewhere when doing research on Japanese mythology or if I saw/read that on an anime/manga.
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"There comes a time in every mans life, were he must kick a priests ass." --The Curse

You can leave bits of your life force behind on objects as time goes by, especially on objects you feel a lot for or use a lot. I guess that applied to some living doll cases which weren't possessions.

There have been numerous Japanese horror movies on the subject of dolls that become alive, but they're always malevolent. If a spirit inhabits a facsimile of a human body it's trying to substantiate its existence. And, like I mentioned before, there is a doll who's hair grows.

I need to do some research on that ghost dog that has a human face, it's probably a good omen but I'd like to look into it.

Anyone hear of Impakta? You can probably read about it on the shadowlands cryptozoology section.
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Men of genius are meteors destined to burn themselves out in lighting up their age. ~Napoleon Bonaparte, Discours de Lyon, 1771

Yeah, I heard of a doll whose hair will keep growing non-stop, man, there's got to be a explanation for this.

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It's sacred to the priests . . . it's hair covers the entire floor of the room it, ahem, "lives" in. Oh, and after careful manipulation of both the Yahoo and Google search engines and some the interogation of my mom I found the name of the host of those videos . . . and possibly some pictures from them.
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excited in anticipation

*gasps*
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Well then, bring it on, man! I'd like to see some of those pics you were talking about!

I know it's kinda creepy to think about those animal ghosts, but I guess I was just used to them. I'm actually haunted, I guess. I had a cat that I raised from a kitten, a rescue from a bad home. We had such a connection that we could sense each other's emotions, and almost read each other's mind. He suffered the kitty equivalent of a heart attack and was hospitalized. He had an even larger heart attack that was fatal, and I couldn't be with him when he passed. When I finally got to sleep that day, I had a vision of him. I could have sworn that I was awake when this happened, though. It was a few days after New Years, and my wife and I left the Christmas tree up. The lights were off. And in this vision, my cat comes out from under the tree, and the tree lights up. At first I thought it was my other cat, but when the tree lit I knew it wasn't. He stood there for a few seconds, told me that he was alright, and wasn't mad at me for not being with him as he passed. He said he would watch over me and wait for me on the other side. Ever since then, I waited for a sign from him to tell me it was time to get a new companion for his roomate. When, a few weeks ago, I had another vision of him, I knwe it was time. We found another cat at the same shelter we picked up the other one from, and she actually leapt out of her cage onto my chest, as if to say "You're the ones he wanted me to find!"
She is now sleeping in his old favorite spots, under my desk and on my feet.
I also see a cat moving just in the corner of my eye, but when I look, there's not one there.
Now the cat's first meeting with her new roomate, that's another story...Ever hear an animal say a human word?


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Dude, don't taunt him. He has a graph!-Donut, RvB

man, *sobs*

that isn't a horror story *sobs*

*cries out loud*

you remind me of my dog !!! *sobs*
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You're welcome. :D
If I had any skill in magic, like my mother does, he would have been my familiar.
Instead I just got a little of my mother's psychic talents. Mostly clairvoyance, intuition and animal affinity.
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*bumpage*

its the only good topic around here
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Well, all I was able to find out was his name and I found one strange picture, but fear not, I'll find something :P even if I have to vivisect Google.
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puting this on my webpage
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Well, I have a ghost tale of my own to share with all of you, and it's up to you to decide if you want to believe me or not. Me and some of my friends were up at the end of the street next to me, standing out close to one of my friend's house. Anyway, we were all talking and stuff, and all of a sudden we seen a woman appear down by the guard rail. She had all black on, and came closer and closer, and she had like a box strapped onto her breast area, and there was like a scarf tied around it to keep it positioned.

Anyway, as she passed, we all looked at each other because we were too freaked out to say anything, or do anything but keep looking at her. Being the skeptical person I am I go over and make sure that it wasn't a ghost. To my amazement, she had disappeared into thin air, not a trace of her left. It really freaked me out, and I still remember it to this very day.

I have two stories. Pardon if they're horrible written, I'm a fairly bad story teller.


The first was told to me by the person who experienced this.

It begins with some elementary school girls having a slumber party, and they all bring their dolls over to the house. They love their dolls, they're realistic. They place the dolls in the room, then exit to watch a movie or something. But first, they placed a tape recorder in the room. Someone had told them the dolls are alive, and they talk when nobody is around.
Sounds juvenile, yes, but according to her when they returned to the room, and played back the tape, they had heard little girls talking.

The seconds is the someone told me, someone told him kinda story.

The background is that the grandfather, married to Louise (the grandmother), the grandfather dies in the bathroom in christmas day.
Many years after his death, the family is over for christmas. They're making a holiday video, simply enough. The granddaughter is running through the house singing christmas carols.
Days later they play through the video tape, she's running around singing, until she reaches the bathroom. The camera goes fuzzy and staticy, and all you hear is "Why did you do this to me, Louise?" over and over. The video comes back sound and all, and she's coming to the next room.

I don't believe the first one, but she seemed to swear by it. Take for what it's worth.
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Here a webpage i found of a little video with a ghost caught on camera. (http://paranormal.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http%3A%2F%2Fghoststudy.com%2Fmonthly%2Fmay01%2Fvideoghost.html)
Its from a Japanese parking garage camera. Its like they play it backwards, and you see a ghost walk walking in the garage across the screen. You need realplayer to watch it. The site tells about it. Is this similar to the types of things you'd see on the video you talked about?

Bump.

This computer I'm using is crap, the power supply in my last one went out so I pulled this one out of the "graveyard" in the garage so I can't see it, but from what your telling me that's what those in the videos were like. Still no luck on the pictures, but heres one I picked up . . . odd rock formation.

http://img28.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img28&image=pic111.jpg

I'm moving tomorrow, and with all the chaos that ensues with moving I'll be gone for a week or two, I'm also hoping to get a laptop. Try not to let this topic die, ya?
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Men of genius are meteors destined to burn themselves out in lighting up their age. ~Napoleon Bonaparte, Discours de Lyon, 1771

Interesting stories, by the way.
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Men of genius are meteors destined to burn themselves out in lighting up their age. ~Napoleon Bonaparte, Discours de Lyon, 1771

I'm sure we can keep it alive. :]

An interesting article on Japanese ghosts and their evolution through history in both folklore and personal experience, if you feel inclined to read it.

How often has an occidental mother said to reassure her child: don't worry, ghosts don't exist! However, on the other side of the world, in Asian countries, and especially in Japan, who has not seen a ghost or faced a strange phenomenon at least once in his life.

The Japanese archipelago is densely populated with a multitude of ghosts or spectrum known as yurei and monsters known as obake, henge or bakemono.

Every region in Japan has its own beliefs; each old house, each forest, each alleyway, each abandoned umbrella could one day be haunted by a spirit. But what are the conditions required to classify such an apparition as a yurei? According to the Kojien Dictionary, it must be the spirit of a dead person who has yet to reach Nirvana, something undefined which is still present in the earthly realm.

The term yurei is composed of two ideograms: the first, 'yu', means a gloomy atmosphere combined with a profound feeling. As well as being secretive and mysterious, it also includes a notion of elegance and delicacy. In a broad sense, yu describes the world of the deceased. The second character, 'rei' is considered to be a spiritual substance said to possess and master the body from both inside and out. It is a strange force which can neither be seen or explained, nor its force evaluated; it holds notions of nobleness and sacredness - characteristics which inspire deep respect among the Japanese people. SUWA Haruo said in his book Nihon No Yurei ('The Japanese Yurei'): "To be human, to be dead, to put on the aspect you had when you were alive, are the required conditions to become a yurei."

This article focuses on the image of yurei throughout several periods of Japanese history. Nowadays, the representation is horrifying and dreadful, nevertheless it appears that the original image in Japan did not conjure up such frightening connotations. The conception of yurei has direct links with the religious philosophy of Buddhism, introduced to Japan in the mid-sixth century.

Originally, we did not associate the image of yurei with being evil. So, under these circumstances, how can we explain the transformation from the idea of a sympathetic yurei to the dreadful image of today? During the Yayoi period (300 BC -300 AD), the spirit of one's ancestors was believed to bring happiness to his descendants. Shintoism was Japan's native religion concerned with ancestors and the presence of spirits in Nature, and at that time there was no boundary between the worlds of the living and the deceased. The metamorphosis into a vindictive and revengeful spirit is attributed to the influences of Paradise and Hell on Buddhist religion, as well as that of spirits of the deceased originating in China. It is said that the first contact that Japanese people had with yurei coincides with stories imported from China. However, even in the Nara period (710-794), when Buddhist belief was becoming more prevalent in Japan, we do not find any stories where appearing spirits are named as yurei.

More in the next post.
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Men of genius are meteors destined to burn themselves out in lighting up their age. ~Napoleon Bonaparte, Discours de Lyon, 1771

The first Buddhist stories of the Heian period (794-1185) written by Keikai, a monk of Yakushi temple, made no references to what we now call yurei. They deal with the experiences of Buddhist spirits and karma, the principle concerned with rewards and punishments to one's present state for deeds committed in a previous existence.

Two Buddhist fables of this period mention human spirits returning to earth after death. Although new to Japan, these stories had been written four hundred years beforehand in China and are now said to be the most ancient documents on the subject of yurei. Both depict polite and talkative spirits, as in the fable of Doto, a Buddhist monk of Ganko temple, and a ghost which appears and speaks with the main character, Maro. They talk and dine together, and only at the very end of the story do we discover that Maro's companion was a yurei, when it suddenly disappears whilst telling its tragic life story. The first yurei are pleasant, shy and even afraid of their killers, just as in this tale when the yurei flees as it sees its own killer approaching.

The Konjaku Monogatari ('Tales of Times Now Past', 1120), also presents yurei as being full of compassion and kindness. The first Japanese yurei to adopt a human form is the spirit of Minamoto Toru. Suddenly, during the Heian period, many spiteful spirits such as mononoke, mitama, onryo and shiryo appeared and undoubtedly influenced the transformation of benevolent yurei into terrifying personalities.

The concept of karma was also important in the Kamakura period (1185-1333) of warfare. Everyday, military families found themselves on the verge of life and death. The manifestation of new forms of yurei started during a time of widespread slaughter known as the Heiji-Hogen troubles, where confrontations arose between the Minamoto and Taira clans. In these times of confusion and fighting, yurei were assuming a masculine form. Most of them were issued from military families and were said to appear as a result of souls imploring their entry into Nirvana to escape severe butchery during the battles.

As Japan entered the Muromachi period (1333-1568), the third generation of Emperor Yoshimitsu succeeded in unifying the North and South Courts, so the nation reached a certain level of political stability. Two renowned actors, Kan'ami and his son Zeami, performed traditional Noh dramas under Yoshimitsu's protection. One of their plays, Funa Benkei, reenacts a scene in the Minamoto versus Taira conflict. The fifth act focuses on ashura (Hell) and represents the suffering spirit of Taira no Tomomori, the Army General. Also present is the theme of Buddhist ceremonies, commonly held in the name of military families who wished to resume the fighting. In these Noh plays, performers consisted of two main characters, shi-te and waki, plus an accompanying chorus of six to eight singers. The shi-te personified Generals who had lost their lives in battle, and whose spirits are struggling to leave this world, consequently representing incarnating yurei. The waki played an itinerant monk. The idea of spirits achieving peace is a constant concern for descendants, and this theme became the main focus of Noh plays at that time.

More in the next post.
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Men of genius are meteors destined to burn themselves out in lighting up their age. ~Napoleon Bonaparte, Discours de Lyon, 1771

The Edo era (1603-1867) represents a turning point in the representation of yurei. After an unsettling period of violence a new Japanese society, based on law and order, came to light. As the development of an economic system was underway, it was necessary to encourage and maintain the emerging social system. The rigidity of new political guidelines based on severe punishment for wrongdoing however caused certain feelings of resentment to be felt among people. So when yurei appeared in the arts they became popular among audiences. The mediums of theatre and literature allowed frustrated people to relieve themselves of this repressed bitterness towards figures of authority. This is why, at the end of the seventh century, the image of yurei changed dramatically to how it is today. Yurei were represented as wearing a white winding sheet called kyoatabira and a triangular black hat, eboshi, usually set on the forehead of a dead person. This portrayal was first used by artists in order to make a clear distinction between the human form and the dead silhouette. At that time, yurei were thought of as cruel, gloomy, mournful, persevering, influential, ferocious, fierce and tenacious.

Yurei appearing suddenly without feet during the Edo period is a fait d'epoque. Illustrations show the lower part of the body blurred or invisible. In this peaceful time female yurei were far more numerous than males.Well-known Japanese female yurei of the Edo period are Kasane, Oiwa and Okiku. These scary silhouettes with unkempt hair, appeared during the small hours, in the shadow of willows, and inflicted a curse upon their victims. Their obsession and obstinacy often led them to kill. Even if they were no longer represented as possessing legs, we would sometimes hear the echo of traditional Japanese wooden sandals, 'karan koron', in the distance...

Nowadays the belief in yurei remains very strong in the Japanese mind. Whether the image of yurei has been benevolent or evil, its concept has been influenced by historical, social and political changes. Although the power of the human imagination knows no limits, images of yurei correspond mainly to the Japanese feeling of sadness at the loss of someone.

The title of this thread is a bit misleading isn't it? Acapulco with the chief focus of this thread being Japanese ghosts? Oh, and if you see the word "Shi-te" its not supposed to have a hyphen, but the only way the word can be posted is with a hyphen. It's not really a censor bypass.

*shameless plug* If your a fan of Final Fantasy, check out this thread on the Final Fantasy X-2 Social Board. Yeah I know what your thinking, "Why did you post it there?" I didn't. My ginormous post was moved there, so just avoid the creepy topics. Unless you don't like the anime art style, I'm sure you'll find something you like in there.

http://boards.gamefaqs.com/gfaqs/genmessage.php?board=2000012&topic=15617414

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Men of genius are meteors destined to burn themselves out in lighting up their age. ~Napoleon Bonaparte, Discours de Lyon, 1771

Ah, I just remembered a video . . .

This one was of a kid's birthday party in, where else, Okinawa, Japan. Imagine a long table with guests sitting at each side, the birthday boy at one end, and the camera on the other end, with presents, food, and other birthday paraphanelia on the table. Can you see that? Good. Now next to the boys left shoulder (our right) there is a closet door that is slightly ajar. And inside, can you guess? Inside is a woman with long black hair over one eye. She slowly fades away and the closet door slams shut, making each of the guests turn his head to the now closed closet door wondering, "Who closed it?"

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Men of genius are meteors destined to burn themselves out in lighting up their age. ~Napoleon Bonaparte, Discours de Lyon, 1771

Ho, ho ho, you'll like this one. Are there three boys in this picture, or is it just your over active imagination?

http://img78.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img78&image=3boys.jpg

Can't see it? Heres an enlarged picture.

http://img78.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img78&image=3boys2.jpg
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That last picture seems like it might just be a fluke or abnormality in the picture... Of course, I can't really see the spirit being spoken of.
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great topic guys.
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Tag. nice :]

damn, cant see a damn thing

stupid monitor
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Zas, I can't see anything in that enlarged picture. Just some weird lightball and it's so pitched black.

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I can see the face just fine....
Anyway, great topic.
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Can you hear the screams
The music of the dead

Bump.
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(^w^)> Bump.

Alright come on, this doesn't have to be just japanese ghost stories alone, or stuff involved from Alcapulco... let's give this guy his tribute, and have stuff for him to read when he comes back. I'll try looking around for some good stuff, dunno what I'll find, but we can't let this topic die. This is the best topic we had in ages.
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Bump. I'll try looking for some interesting stuff later.
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"There comes a time in every mans life, were he must kick a priests ass." --The Curse

Don't die, Topic!
*gives topic CPR*
Breathe, damnit! BREATHE!!


Anywho... I've got a creeper for you. Hey that kinda rhymes. ;D
About 20 years ago, my grandfather was doing some work in his attic, when he heard his brother call for him. He turned around to see that his brother was standing in the hallway, waving as if to say "come with me." Now, this would be kinda impossible, because his brother had just passed away, in Texas. He told of this incident to my grandmother later that day. About three months later, he passed away himself in a local hospital, due to diabetes.
About ten years later, my grandmother fell down her stairs, and injured herself pretty badly. While she was in the hospital, she succumbed to her injuries, and passed away. The creepy thing about this, was it was the exact same hospital room where my grandfather was when he died.

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I'm bumping again. >_> Maybe I'll post a creepy thing tomorrow.

Bump, just to keep it on top.

http://www.occultopedia.com/k/kaspar_hauser.htm

Has anyone heard of the narrative of Kaspar Hauser? Of a boy seemingly locked in a small black room, till he was 15 or so? He knew nothing of his family, but he was suspected to be a bastard child of royalty. Read the article, it is fairly interesting.
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BUMP!

this is a really interesting topic, i dont want it killed!

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Bump the 13th
I don't have any new or old creepers right now, but I am getting ready for Halloween by reading the Haunted Ohio series. Good books, check them out. It seems that the Ohio Valley is chock-full of haunts and other scary-type things

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nice topic (bump)
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K, this next story I'm about to post... well, it's a story. It's not true, but it is a chilling tale none the less. Quiet a bit, this tale gets posted on this forum occasionally, and quite often, some people claim it to be truth. Just so you know, it isn't real. Most of the events within never happened. But I like this tale, and I think it fits the topic well, so here ya go.
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it's all about me me me!!! my popularity most grow for i am the queen! the queen!!!- DragoonSephiroth

THE CLIFTON BUNNY MAN

The tale of the Bunny Man goes back many many years. Originally it didn't start until 1931, after many murders had already been committed. For verification of the story, you can visit the "Old Clifton Library" located in Clifton, Northern Virginia, USA. What I am about to tell you is entirely true, although I've never seen the Bunny Man, everyone in Clifton believes it to be true.
(Quick reference to help you understand the story)
The Bridge has a 1 lane car road passing underneath a dual railroad track above it within the woods along a gravel road.

Back in 1903 deep in Clifton, there used to be an Asylum buried deep within the wilderness of Clifton. Pretty soon after the civil war people started inhabiting the area, population-wise around 300 or so. It was a very small town. Nonetheless people didn't like the idea about having an Asylum miles down the road, so they all got together and signed a petition stating for the Asylum to relocate elsewhere. The petition passed and anew Asylum was built which is now known as "Lorton Prison", a temporary facility until convicts are appropriately sentenced.

In Fall of 1904 the convicts were gathered and piled into the bus which was to transport them to Lorton. Somehow during the drive not too far from where they left, the driver had swerved to avoid something and the bus had started to tip and soon was rolling in a terrible collision course.

Most of the convicts were injured but had managed to escape the bus and had fled into the night woods. Later on the next morning a local police investigation had begun, and they had begun rounding up the escaped convicts. Hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months. Every one was recovered after 4 months, except for 2 people, Marcus A. Wallster and Douglas J. Grifon. During the search for both men the police randomly found dead rabbits half eaten and dismembered every now and then along their search.
Finally they were to find Marcus dead himself by the Fairfax station Bridge (now known as Bunny Man's Bridge). In his hand he held a man-made hammer/knife like tool, made with a sharp rock and a pretty sturdy branch as a handle. They thought nothing and cared not of how he died, only that he was apprehended and no longer had to worry about him.

They had a name for Marcus, but later on they would realize they had named the wrong person the Bunny Man.

Still searching for Douglas, they kept on finding dead half-eaten bunny's every-so-often while the search went on. Finally they were to name Douglas the Bunny Man from then on.

3 Months passed by and the police had given up their search in April 7th 1905. Everybody assumed the Bunny Man was dead by now, if not gone, so they went on with their small town lives. Come October people started seeing dead bunny's reappearing out of the blue, and starting to fear the unseen.
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Halloween Night came around, and as usual a bunch of kids had gone over to the Bridge that night to drink and do whatever kids their age in the 1900's did. Midnight came around within minutes and most of the kids had left, only 3 of them remained at the bridge.

Right at Midnight supposedly a bright light back from within the Bridge, where the kids were and less than a couple seconds later they were all dead. Throats slashed with that same type of tool that was found by the other Escapee Marcus. Not only were there throats slashed, but all up and down their chest's were a long slashes gutting them. To top it off the Bunny Man hung both of the guys from one end of a bridge with a rope around their neck, hanging from the overpass with their legs dangling in front of the pass of cars.

The woman were hung the same way, on the other side of the bridge. This happened on Halloween in 1905. After that, they didn't see or heard anything from him for another year.

Halloween 1906 was approaching and parents as well as the teens in Clifton still remember the incident that had occurred one year ago at the bridge, his bridge, Bunny Man's Bridge.

That night 7 teens were left remaining right before midnight at the bridge. Thinking little of it, six remained inside the bridge while 1, Adrian Hatala had remained a good distance from the bridge hoping to have enough time to escape if the same thing happened again. At midnight she witnessed only this, a dim light walking the railroad track right before midnight, stopping right above the bridge at midnight, then disappearing at the same as a bright flash was inside the bridge. She heard the deafening sounds of horrific screams coming from inside the bridge that lasted only seconds. 5 seconds later, they were all hung from the edge of the bridge, same style as the corpses a year earlier.

Horrified she ran home, she didn't tell of everything she saw, just spattered words here and there that some of the folk put together to come up with her story. No one understood it, or even believed her. They charged her with the murderer, and locked her up in the Asylum of Lorton. In 1913 the same thing happened with 9 teenagers this time, Halloween night again.

Adrian was still locked up. They dropped her sentence, but it was too late. The insanity had finally conquered her. Even if she was released, she was too far gone to have a decent life, so she spent her remaining years in the Asylum until she finally died in 1953 of shock.
No one knows what exactly she died in shock from, but supposedly she had died in her dreams, dreaming of that one dreaded night. Perhaps the Bunny Man had finally gotten to her.
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More murders were to take place however, although after the murders in 1913 most people stayed clear of the bridge on Halloween. 1943 rolls around, and 6 teenagers go strolling out on Halloween night. A couple hours later, all of them dead, same way as all the others. Investigations took place, but as usual nothing was discovered.
1976 the same situation occurs, this time with only 3 people.

The only other incident that occurred since then was in 1987, twelve years ago. Janet Charletier was enjoying the night with her 4 friends. Halloween night had finally come and they had gone driving out to enjoy the night after invading the children's candy bags. They had settled around 11 at the bridge, waiting for midnight to come. They didn't believe in the myth so they decided to see it for themselves and were bound to be the only ones who actually withstood the Bunny Man. They had waited around 55 minutes or so, almost at midnight, until Janet started getting a little scared. They all had been pulling pranks on each other, (jumping out the bushes and screaming), so she was already a little worked up. Midnight hits, while she is completely freaked out. She's almost out of the bridge when the lights get really bright inside the bridge. When that happens her body is halfway outside of the bridge. She see's her skin start tearing at her chest but nothing is piercing her skin. She manages finally to exits the bridge. Completely horrified she hits a hanging body and knocks herself out. When she awakes she finds out her hair has turned white and she has been bleeding. She was lucky that the cut had just started, and wasn't very bad at all. She left and never returned to the bridge again.

She has been seen sitting on a swinging bench on her balcony every morning just staring in the direction towards the bridge a couple of miles down.
To this day, you can still find her on that bench every morning. From then on the story dwells untouched, and unmoved.

Halloween night, you will find a bunch of people hanging around the bridge, drinking, smoking up, but within minutes of midnight, everyone leaves. It's been like that for the past 5 years that I have visited the bridge on Halloween night. Even if its not Halloween night, any night you go there, you feel the presence of death awaiting, awaiting the night sky of Halloween yearning for more blood to be spilt in the name, in his name, Bunny Man.

O.k, so there's the tale. Here's the short myth. Halloween Night comes around. Nothing happens until midnight. Right before midnight supposedly a bunny or two enters the bridge. Right before midnight his soul (a dim light) walks the tracks above the bridge. When Midnight hits, his soul stops right above the bridge (dead center), and disappears, only to reappear inside the bridge. From then on it's his soul which lights up the whole area, so brightly that you can't even see him. That's when he instantly kills you by slitting your throat and slashing your chest, only to hang you at the edge of the bridge. You can even see the rub marks that have worn away at the rock where the body's were swinging. Who ever is inside the bridge ends up dead.
Thanks for taking the time to read this, and remember, everything except for the actual myth has been in Clifton's records since the date it happened. The Old Clifton library still stands, containing those records on Microfish (however you spell it). I have looked it up myself, and its still a mystery. I'm thinking of taking this to unsolved mysteries.
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it's all about me me me!!! my popularity most grow for i am the queen! the queen!!!- DragoonSephiroth