Ok fourth chapter…I hope I made it interesting. And well since I decided to do a 100 stories the stories wouldn't be as long as my 20+ chapters stories, probably half of that. Well anyway enjoy…of yes for those who don't know what Taimuparadokkusu is, don't bother trying to use the Google translator *smirks*
Also this might be a little late but here-
GHOST HUNT DOES NOT BELONG TO ME; IT BELONGS TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR AND A FEW GHOSTS.
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Train 4
The missing
"Just 2 weeks ago, a girl by the name of Kanako Azumi, 15 years old disappeared from the platform; her parents had filed a report one week after her disappearance." The police told both Bou-san and Ayako. He had looked at them skeptically at first but soon opened up to them.
"It's a cold case," the police man name, Harumi Yasu told the two exorcists.
'What had taken them to report the matter?" Bou-san asked, raising his eye brow. A week after she disappeared her parents reported her missing. Wasn't that too long? Shouldn't her parents be more worried about her.
"Kanako Azumi lives alone in a one room apartment; her parents had certain issues…so Azumi-Chan lives alone." Yasu told them. Bou-san bit his lips.
"Any other disappearance?" Ayako asked the police who looked up at them, before rubbing his head.
"Well this is information between you and me, but just a week ago after Azumi-Chan's parents came to report her disappearance a 4 year old boy by the name of Otani Takashi was reported missing." He said sighing, "Apparently he was walking on the platform with his mother when she received a call. The call she told us was strange…only one word was whispered into her ears, 'Taimuparadokkusu' she told us…. The next thing she knew she heard a sharp sound…like a sort of whistle, but it was kind of melodic. She turned and her son was no longer there."
"Why hasn't this been reported in the news?" Bou-san asked puzzled by the lack of attention to this case. The policeman shook his head, "We suspect that the boy had already died."
"What!" Ayako and Bou-san said together. Yasu stroke his head and pulled out a file from underneath his table.
"Just 3 days ago, after the disappearance of Mari Kurosawa, a few blood stains were found a few kilometers down the track. We tested the blood sample and the blood type of the samples matches Otani's blood type."
Ayako snorted, "Then doesn't that mean that Otani is hurt, he might not be dead."
Yasu peered at the woman before pulling out a picture from the file. Bou-san took it up, curious to find a photograph of the train track. There was nothing in it, just the track and the green grass that surrounded the track. As it was dark the picture was kind of blurred. Bou-san could only see a few meters of track and grasses patches surrounding the track.
"What is this?" he asked the policeman, who glanced grimly at the corner of the picture.
"If it weren't for this photo…we might have never found the blood stains," he told them. Bou-san raised the photo, squinting his eye to focus on the part where the policeman was looking at. He heard Ayako draw back a sharp breath, and gripped hard onto his hand, sinking her sharp fingernails deep into his flesh.
"What's your problem woman?" Bou-san shouted in pain, dropping the photo onto the floor.
"Look," Ayako whispered. Bou-san picked the photo up from the floor, his flesh still throbbing from the pain. He looked at the photo again and his blood ran cold. He placed the photo gently on the table before looking at the policeman.
"Sometimes, a case like this shows up once in a while…and sometimes, it's very unsettling."
"You got that right," Bou-san whispered, his eyes going back to the photo.
There hidden in the corner, was a faint shadow figure. It was black yet it had shape. The dim light of the photo brought out the deep darkness it gave out. The figure had eyes that could hardly be seen.
"Otani," Ayako whispered.
Sure enough the figure of a small boy stood at the edge of the track, beckoning to them.
"Mai, Mai," the voice whispered into Mai's ear. Mai winced before opening her eyes. Where…where was she? It was dark all around her, not a shred of light existed…and yet Mai could see her hands and her legs. She touched herself and realized she could feel. She was emitting her own light.
Somewhere a strange sharp sound was heard…yet it was a melodious sound with direction. It sounded like Shinobue…an ancient Japanese flute that she had heard during a culture festival her school had brought her too. The melody was high pitched in sound yet the chords seem to resonate in her, making it seem haunting.
"Mai," a voice whispered behind her and she turned. She was shocked to find Naru. He was smiling at her, a warm and gentle smile. Mai felt like she was going to cry. It was then that she realized that she was scared…very scared.
"Naru," she whispered walking over to him. Naru raised his hand and she took it gripping it tightly. They walked through the darkness that wrapped around them. The sound of the Shinobue unsettling but by Naru's side Mai wasn't so scared.
"Where are we Naru?" Mai asked. Naru did not answer her, instead he lead her. Somehow it was getting colder and colder. Naru's hands too were cold. Mai breathed out and was surprise to see a slow white fog escaping her lips.
"Naru?" Mai whispered.
"Kokoro no," Naru sang, sending chills down Mai's spine. "Kokoro no, Tabetai."
"What on earth are you singing Naru?" Mai whispered.
"It's a song," Naru told her and a cold wind swept past. Mai shrieked and covered her eyes with her free hand. When she opened them again, she winced. It was bright, too bright. Mai slowly opened her eyes again and found herself standing in the midst of a yellow flower field.
The sky above her was blue, too blue. The clouds were huge, big and puffy. They were moving slowly. Somewhere a bird chirped, a gentle wind blew past making the yellow field of flowers sway gently.
Somehow all was calm and peaceful. The fear Mai had dissipated and she let go of Naru's hands, walking through the flowers.
"What is this place?" she asked Naru.
There was no answer. Mai turned and was shocked to see that the Naru who was once there had disappeared. "Naru?" she shouted, her voice echoing through the flower fields. Fear overtook Mai when she heard the sharp sound of the Shinobue piercing the calm air.
"NARU!" Mai screamed.
Still nobody appeared. Wake up, Mai told herself, please, she told herself, wake up! She pinched herself and found that it hurt. This was not a dream.
The soft ringing of bells broke through the air. Mai looked up alarmed. There in front of her was Mari. Mai gasped and was about to call out to Mari when the wind blew past. Something caught Mai's attention. The yellow flowers swayed, rustling…the Shinobue sounded and Mai saw the red thread that was curled around Mari's neck. It was a long thread that seemed too stretched out behind Mari like a dog leash.
Mari was walking slowly, as if she was being controlled. Her face was covered with her long black hair. There was an almost demented way she moved, slowly yet deliberately.
Mai felt fear caught in her throat, she could not utter a sound.
"Mari…" she thought.
The girl stopped walking suddenly and raised her head into the sky. The thread around her neck grew taunt and Mai cried out worried for her friend…when…
"AaaaaaaAhrrroooeee…" a deep rasping came from within the space. Mai clasped her hands over her ears bending down. It was a horrible sound, a sound of death.
"Stop," she whispered, "Make it stop…Naru!" she screamed.
The noise stopped and Mai felt tears leaking from her eyes. "MARI!" she cried.
"You called,"
Mai gasped, looking up. Mari had appeared before her. Her hair still covering her face, her hands limp by her side, her back arched forward.
"You called?" Mari's voice echoed from within her.
'M…Mari?" Mai whispered. There was a strange creaking sound when Mari moved her head. "You called…Mai?" Mari said again…in a strange childish voice.
"Come home, Mari." Mai manage to utter.
There was a deep pause. Mai felt her heart thumping hard in her chest. Something was strange, strange about this Mari. Then she noticed, the red string wrapped around Mari's neck. A string so red, so red it seemed to have been stained with blood. The string was dripping onto the yellow flowers and as it did so…it stained the yellow flowers a deep red.
"You're not Mari," Mai whispered as the realization hit her hard.
Mari's head went closer to Mai's…their noses were touching. Mai trembled…a sweet sickening smell like death was emitting from Mari. "Oishii no Kokoro, Tabetai," she whispered. Before Mai could scream, Mari had lunges forward, her mouth opening wide. Her teeth were sharp, so sharp it looked like knives that glint in the sunlight.
"Tabetai!"
Mai felt the large mouth engulfing her. A deep darkness took over and before Mai knew it felt the sharp pain sinking into her neck.
"AaaaaaaAhrrroooeee…"
"There had been several supernatural cases involving Temari balls…but most of the time these cases are positive…" John Brown reported to the expressionless boy that stood behind him. His partner Yasuhara-san was seating on the chair, in his hand was a Temari ball that he had brought from his home.
"Temari balls are known to contain sprits in them," Yasuhara-san explained, he took the ball in his hand and placed it on the table. "Souls of demi-gods or good spirits, these in turn; turn into the children guardian spirits."
"Though in certain terms, I do not believe in this hoo-ha," Yasuhara-san said laughing.
"My family heirloom here has been passed down through generation…it is said to have protected us for many generations," Yasuhara-san holding up the Temari ball.
John laughed nervously as Yasuhara-san threw the ball at Naru who caught it. "It's a rather red ball," Naru said. Yasuhara-san laughed, "Similar or would you say…an exact replica of the supernatural Temari ball that seem to be bouncing throughout the very station you speak off."
Naru stared at the ball before releasing it, letting it bounced on the floor.
A bell rang causing shivers to go up John's spine. The bell came from a small bell that hung by the ball's side. "This ball was made by a famous artist known as Homura Takashi in the 1800's," Yasuhara explained, "He made many Temari balls using red thread…though because of the color many people saw his red balls as cursed objects…they said he dipped the thread in blood before sewing the ball."
"That's creepy," John agreed and Yasuhara-san shook his head.
"However, after his death, his Temari balls became a work of art, many sort his balls…as they could make loads of money from them, my family happen to get a hold of one of his Temari pieces…and here it is."
"Homura Takashi, huh," Naru said.
A ball made with the threads dipped in blood…supposedly.
"Lin," he spoke next, placing the ball on the desk, "We're visiting the station."
"MAI!"
Mai jolted and realized that she lying flat on the platform. Masako was above her pressing her down, a worried look was plastered on her face. People were staring at them, some were whispering others laughing at their position.
"What? What?" Mai asked, confused.
Masako sighed as though relieved. She stood up and dusted her kimono. "Stand up you idiot," Masako told her harshly. Mai frowned, confused at the situation she was in. She got up slowly, before wincing, swaying when she stood up.
"Mai!" Masako called out her name alarmed. She caught Mai as she stumbled.
"What's the matter with you, first you tried to kill yourself and now this!" Masako shouted.
"Kill myself?" Mai whispered. Her eyes widened and she gasped, "The ball!" she shouted. She pushed Masako's supporting shoulder away and ran towards the edge of the platform. Her heart was pounding hard…real hard.
"What's the matter?" Masako asked, walking quickly towards Mai's side afraid that Mai might jump in again.
Mai clutches her ear, there was a strange whirling sound, a sharp high pitched whirling sound. It got louder and louder and louder. Mai winced, drawing back into herself, shivering.
"Mai…Mai! What's wrong," Masako asked, shaking the girl. "Ok that's it we're calling the ambulance."
Mai presses her hand harder against her ears, it hurt really bad.
"Aaaaa…" she cried out in pain. The sound got louder and louder, Mai was about to scream when the noise disappeared suddenly. Mai surprised yet scared, redrew her hands off her ears…still trembling.
"Mai, if you do not tell me what's going on I'm going to call the mental insitidue!" Masako scolded her.
"It's there," Mai whispered, she pointed to a pillar. She had heard it…the whispers, the cries that rang in her ear…screaming at her.
There was a red thread tied round the pillar like a god leash. Mai ran towards the pillar and found excess thread hanging behind the pillar. "Follow it!" Mai shouted to Masako grabbing the alarmed girl.
"What's going on?" Masako shouted running after Mai who had already ran out of the platform and was running out of the station. Mai's heart was pounding as the red thread lead them further out, out of the station and very soon they were running beside the train tracks. A train passed them as they ran and suddenly Mai found the end of the thread tied around a long wooden rod stuck into the grass beside the train track.
Masako who neared Mai was panting. "Oh, this better be worth it," she muttered. Before she gasped and pulled her kimono close to her nose. It was a sickly sweet smell, so sweet it smelled like rotten meat. A smell she knew all too well.
"Do you smell that?" she whispered to Mai, who had been rooted to the spot, too shocked for words. A train passed by rattling as it went. A wind blew past, blowing the long grass causing them to sway. The afternoon crickets echoed their song;
The sun beat down on the dead body that lay in the grass.
"No…" Mai whispered. Masako pulled out her hand phone and dialed.
"Hello, yes, is this the police, yes I would like to report a case…"
"Mari…no…" Mai whispered, sinking to her knees.
HEEHEHEHEHEHEE get ready for the next chapter folks : D hope you enjoyed it.
