海外の怪奇な話、都市伝説、オカルト話を翻訳してみる。(This website includes English translations of Japanese urban legends, scary tales and strange stories.)
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Is it OK to post a story about a specter here?
A cousin of my father lived with his family in M City and my father often played there as a kid.
The M river, which had the same name as M City, ran through the middle of M City and my father often saw Kappa (river specter or monster) swimming in the river.
Though he is already dead now, he often told me about Kappa, and strangely enough the story had some reality.
For example, he said "unlike turtles, Kappa has no carapace and its back is stiff like scales of alligators." "A dish on its head is as mucusy as a nose of dogs and the dish takes in water or moisture through hair around the dish. Even if the dish dries, Kappa does not die, but the whole body of Kappa gets dried up, its skin becomes stiff and its movement becomes sluggish."
The dish serves as an indicator to measure Kappa's health conditions, and Kappa parents tell their child to return to a river before the dish gets dry, according to my father.
Kappa does a special kind of breaststroke and swims faster than a human who does the crawl.
But after my father taught Kappa how to do the crawl, it swam even faster.
My father's story described the structure of Kappa's body and its lifestyle in details. His story had reality which only people who actually swam and wrestled with Kappa could give.
During a new year vacation of the year when I became the 6th grader, my father and I visited our relative's house. By that time, I realized my father's story was a fiction.
Our relatives treated us to delicious meals and beverages. After having a lot of sake, my father asked me to go out together for fresh air. I already collected new-year gifts from relatives and was kinda tired of talking with middle aged women, so I agreed to my father's proposal.
When we were walking on the bridge over the M river, he noticed something and began to wave his arms to it in the direction of upper portion of the river, shouting "hey! heeeey!" There were several people on the bridge and they stopped a bit surprised at my father's strange action. They looked at the river and something that my father waved to. I looked closely at the river too. Guess what. The upper part of Kappa's human-like body emerged from the water surface and it waved back to my father. Its hands were webbed and a dish was on its head. Its figure was the same as the one depicted in many fairy tales.
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つづきはこちら
This is a story about my scary experience when staying at a hotel near a guest house in Osaka, Japan.
As I and my friend tried to enter the room, the door didn’t open though we had not locked it. My friend tried and struggled to open the door making clattery noise, but his effort was in vain.
He continued struggling for some time but finally gave up. Then we started to leave the door wondering what we should do. At the very moment, all of a sudden the knob started to vibrate violently making a lot of noise. (The noise was the same as that he made right before in his struggling.)
Thinking that someone behind the door was making fun of us, I tried to open the door quickly and boy, the door opened smoothly with no disturbance at all. But nobody was in the room… What was that clattery noise we heard just before?
On the wall of the room there was an eerie, huge picture which obviously did not match the atmosphere of the room.
I was totally scared.
When mother and I visited her home village, a local boy invited me to go fishing in a river. After we reached a river and spent some time there, we heard a voice saying “po, popo… popopo.” It was like a birdcall or human voice. We turned around to the source of the sound, and found an incredibly tall woman with a hat. I and the local child saw each other, stunned but the woman was gone before we realized it.
The next day, all of a sudden, the boy I went fishing with died. There were no wounds on his body. Not even a scratch. The boy was not out of bed for a long time after sunrise, so his mother went to his room to awake him and found him dead. I was asked by adults if there was something strange about the boy and I answered he was not injured or did not have coughs, but that we met a strange woman voicing “po..popo.”
No sooner had I said so than all the adults went pale and the parents of the dead boy collapsed in tears. My mother also changed color, and I was made to go home with my mother and relatives. I got blindfolded and was taken to a station by car. At that time on the way to the station, I heard that voice “popopo.” By the time we reached the station, the voice faded away. This is a story of my experience about 15 years ago when I was a brat, and I still sometimes think what that was.
This is a story of about five years ago.
At that time, my younger brother was punky and routinely rode a motorbike at night.
I’m a sober person and found him annoying so I hardly talked to him.
One day, when I came back home from work, I saw him coming out of home, walking his motorcycle as usual.
Of course, we passed each other without any conversation.
My father (who was also punky at his younger age) told my brother not to start the engine until the bike reached a paddy field 300 meters away from home because the engine noise would annoy neighbors. So he could not start the engine near home and each time pushed the bike reluctantly.
When about 10 seconds passed after I passed him, a loud clashing noise occurred and I saw my brother rushing toward home.
My brother panicked shouting “Sister! It’s Sadako! Sadako!! Ohhh!” He rushed into home.
Noticing the noise and shouting, Father woke up and we listened to brother’s story.
According to brother, there was a woman whose lower body was buried in the wall of our next door house. The woman was approaching to him so he ran so quickly that he left his precious bike there.
I was disgusted with his story but Father listened to him seriously and said “So, you saw that too.”
It seems that Father also saw the woman in his younger days and asked my grand father what it was. Grampa told him that there was a car accident on that road where a young woman got injured so badly that her lower body crushed into pieces.
Though Grampa told that he helped with rescue work so there was no reason the woman held a grudge against our family, I kinda feel uneasy.
1923年4月12日
こうやって記録を書くのはもうそろそろ終わりにしたい。Keating先生は起こったことすべてを書きなさいと言ったけど。でも話は最後まで書くつもりだ。それが私のなすべきことだから。私のプライドってやつね。
身を切るような寒さの、風の強い秋の一日。日付もまだよく覚えている。1918年10月5日。Lizzieと私は、おじさんの畑の後ろの森の中で、かくれんぼ（hide-and-go-peek）をして遊んでいた。私は15歳でLizzieは12歳だったから、彼女はわがままを言って自分のやりたいようにしてたわね。Lizzieがしつこくせがむものだから、私は折れて、私が鬼をやることになった。彼女は隠れるのが大好きだったのよ。
目を手で隠して、甘い匂いのする大きな樫の木に向かって立った。100まで数えてから、彼女を探しに行った。
今思うと、すぐに「サイン」に気付くべきだった。それまでずっと東から吹いていた風がすっかり止んでいて、私の足音以外には、森の中に全く音がしなくなっていた。私は、まだ誰にも踏まれていない、乾いた落ち葉で埋められた地面を一歩一歩進んでいった。森の奥へと歩き続け、ときどきLizzieの名を呼んだ。返事はなく、終わりのない静寂と静止した木々だけが私を取り囲んでいた。歩き続けていると、周りの木は、大きくてがっしりした樫から、細くて背の高い木に変わっていった。
このとき奥へ進むのをやめるべきだった。エドおじさんの家に帰るべきだった。でも私は進み続けた。
歩きながら、妹の名を呼んでいた。すこし困惑し始めていたわ。いつもはLizzieを見つけるのに5、6分もからなかったから。背の高い木々が私を囲み、霧が少し出始めていた。そして、私の記憶に永遠に刻み込まれることになる一連の出来事が始まった。
突然、「ドロシー！」という私の名を呼ぶ声が聞こえた。甲高い声で、息遣いが荒かったけど、間違いなくLizzieの声だった。私は走り始めた。冷たい空気が私ののどに突き刺さって、息をするのが苦しかった。
霧はすごい速さで濃くなっていったので、周りを見ることも難しくなってしまった。そのとき、どういうわけか、大きな木の陰に隠れなければいけないという衝動に襲われたの。私はすぐに木の後ろに隠れて、Lizzieの姿を探しながら霧の中をじっと見つめた。
震えながら木の陰に座っていたけれど、どのくらいそうしていたか分からない。そしたら、とても背の高い人の影が霧の中にぼんやり現れた。お父さんの友達の銀行員みたいにスーツを着た男の人に見えた。ただ、その男は7月4日のパレードの時みたいに竹馬に乗っているように見えた。彼はとても背が高くて、頭が木の枝をこすっていた。わけが分からなかったのは彼の腕だった。彼の腕…！それは野放しのホースみたいに、あるいはエンジンをスタートさせるクランクみたいに、うねうね蠢いていた、とてもゆっくりとね。私には、他に形容の仕様がないわね。この……「男」は、腕をゆっくり波立てながら、長いこと霧の中に立っていた。この男を見ている時、見てはいけないものを見てしまっているという奇妙な感覚に襲われたわ。
彼をじっと見ていると、私が彼を見ているのではなく、彼が私を見ているのだ、いや私の内側を見ているのだという変な感覚を覚えた。それから、彼の頭の部分がちょっと変なことに気付いた。それは動いているようだった。まるで……まるで…、顔があるべき部分に蜂の群れがいるようだった。まるで彼の頭と体は別の場所にあって、頭のほうは身体の部分にまだ追いついていないかのようだった。それがとても怖くて、Lizzieのことはすっかり忘れてしまっていた。
それから、その背の高い男は姿を現した後すぐに消えてしまった。霧の中にすーっと消えてしまった。彼が立っていた場所の近くで誰かがすすり泣く声を聞いたのはその時だった。私は声のほうへ歩いた。私の足ではなく別の何かが私を前に押し出した。この時のことはよく覚えていない。落ち葉の中に横たわっていた、Lizzieの所へ歩いていったのは覚えている。私の手は何か固くて重いものを掴んで、それを頭上に掲げた。そのあとは真っ暗になって何も覚えていない。
私が意識を取り戻したのは、エドおじさんの家の台所だった。椅子に座っている私を、お父さん、お母さん、エドおじさん、そして警官が取り囲んでいた。私はいろいろ質問されたけど、その時の彼らはまるで動物園の虎でも見ているかのように私を見ていた。私は危険な存在であるかのようだった。どうやら私はLizzieの頭を石で殴って殺したのだった。自分のしたことについては全く覚えていない。これについて考えるのはいまだに難しい。でもそれが今、私がSunnyhavenにいる理由なんだろう。あの背の高い男はいまだに夢に現れる。彼を追い払えるようにKeating先生に助けてほしい。
