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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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. PR
When I was a kid, a thick-browed old man with huge ears and black beard lived in my house. His whole body was green. He left my house right before mother gave birth to my little brother.
Also, in a shrine of a mountain behind my house, there was a big old man who was taller than the shrine gateway, Torii. In other words, he was over 3 or 4 meters high. I often played with him. He jumped from mountain to mountain holding me in his arm. While the green man left right before my brother came into the world (as I was 3), the big man taller than the Torii left soon after I entered a kindergarten.
Thereafter, when I was in sixth grade, I first rode a roller coaster and that brought back the feeling I had felt when the big man jumped from mountain to mountain holding me in his arm.
(updated on Jan. 21, 2012)
