Haunted

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By Guardian795

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed that chapter. A few things I left unanswered, but it will be answered once the heroines, Mio and Mayu, come in, which will be in two chapters. Here, in these next two chapters, I'd like to introduce to you two infamous characters: Masumi Makimura and Miyako Sudo.

The last chapter, and the beginning of the Repentance, was around the period 1875-1889, approximately. This chapter is in 1955, a much more present day. Masumi is a surveyor, given the task to survey the area where All God's Village once existed, because a dam, called the All God's Dam, is to be built there. When he goes missing on the job, a search party is sent to look for him. Miyako, his girlfriend, sets out to look for him after the search parties quit 10 days later. She finds herself in the village, and decides to look for her boyfriend in this strange place.

Now, for those of you who haven't played the game, the deal is that the village is trapped in a never-ending cycle of its final day. When another person dies in the village, or comes to the village, their day(s) there are also repeated, over and over. So, even if you're alive, the next day, you could see yourself walking around. Creepy, eh?

Unfortunately, I couldn't find the translations to their names. Sorry guys!

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Chapter 7: Miyako

Miyako Sudo sighed lightly as she stepped down onto a rock, shaking her wet shoes. She shone her light onto the dark path before her, as she continued on down the creek bed. 10 days… she thought sadly. It's been 10 days, Masumi. Where could you have gone? Her light illuminated most of the rocks around her, but the creek at her feet was pitch black, and she occasionally got her feet wet. Her long, black hair rested gently against her back and white shirt. She smoothed down the wrinkles of her short blue skirt, as her blue eyes gazed around for her boyfriend, Masumi Makimura, a surveryor for the All God's Dam that would be built in the next year or so.Getting frustrated, she climbed out of the creek bed and walked along the dirt path. He had to have been here at some point, because the dam was to be built in this very spot. The 19 year old sat down on a rock and sighed. Cold, hungry, and probably lost, she would not let up her search for her boyfriend. He had to be here, someplace, waiting. But if he is here, how could he have survived for so long? He had only enough food for two, maybe three days. His equipment was still back at the campsite he built, but his bag, his food, and some other items were missing.

She sighed once more and stood up, gripping her side bag tightly. She would be of no use to him, sitting around and moping. She started to walk onwards, when she felt a sudden jerk in reality, before she tripped over a large stone that had not been there before. Falling to the soft earth, Miyako cried out in pain, dropping her flashlight. She sat up and grabbed it, shining back at the rock she had tripped on. Her eyes widened as her light revealed that it was no rock, but a marker. The stone only went up to an inch or two below her knees, and on it were the carvings of two girls in kimonos, holding hands. The girl on the right had no face; it must have been worn from age. The rest of the stone was covered in moss and dirt. Cracks were etched into the stone from age. Miyako stood up. She had never seen that marker before, but the path from whence she came was gone, covered by brush. It was too dark to head back that way, so she would continue onto the path that lay in the opposite direction. Gripping her flashlight tightly in her right hand, she walked forward.

She had not gone long down the path, when she saw a reddish glow come from the top of a hill that the path led to. As she walked closer, there seemed to be moving torches up there, like a festival. She moved a bit faster along the path, relieved to find that someone was here. She passed under a large, red Torii gate, and saw four torches burning nearby. They illuminated a large, square boulder in the center of three curved boulders which stretched upwards. Around the three curved boulders were ceremonial ropes. Miyako came closer to inspect them. "Must be a ceremonial altar or something…" she muttered. She turned her attention to the other portion of the hill, where she saw a large, dark, and old Japanese village. She gasped. "This wasn't on any map…Where am I?!" she cried. She dug into her side bag and pulled out a map, looking at it. "There's no village on the map."

She looked at the village in awe. "How could such a village exist for so long, and why couldn't anyone find it?" she asked herself, but, with dread, the answer came to her. "This must be…the Lost Village," she whispered. She had heard legends of this village. It had disappeared during a festival, and those who get caught in the woods are trapped by the village, or spirited away to it. Maybe Masumi is here, she thought. That would explain why no one could find him! Her heart leapt with joy, as she hurried down the path to the village. She stopped in front of the first house there, looking at it. Though her heart pounded with joy for the revelation that Masumi might be here, she couldn't help but stop and look at the upper portion of the house. The lantern light was on, but the village looked so old, it had to have been abandoned 30 years before, and there was no electricity. She shrugged her worries off, sliding the door open to the house and walking inside.

She entered a little room with a lattice to the left, and a door ahead that led to the rest of the house. Miyako turned her light to the lattice, and looked around the room there. There were two kimonos held up with wooden stands in the room. There was a red lantern with butterflies on the cover, and in the back, were several boxes. Two of them, on the sides, held kimonos that overflowed, but the middle one looked empty, and the lid was partway off. She turned, and put her hand on the door to the house, when she heard a baby crying in the room behind the lattice. She turned to look over there, and found that the lid to the middle box was gone, and the crying had stopped. She shook her head and opened the door to the house.

The outside wasn't much better than the inside. The sunken fireplace, in the center of the room, was filled with mold and dust. The paper folds to block out viewers were ripped and torn, the paper old. The floorboards were dusty and old, and creaked when she stepped on them. But, the strangest thing, was that there were lit candles everywhere. It was just like the lit lantern outside of this house. Miyako shook her head, and walked into the center of the room, towards the old fireplace. Despite the dust and the mold, she touched the wooden overhang, and she immediately shook with fear. Something felt very wrong once she touched the wood. She whipped around and brought her light to the door. She sighed in relief when nothing was there. She felt as though someone was watching her.

Miyako had a sixth sense. She knew that she had it, but wished she didn't, because it always got her into trouble, especially at college, where she met Masumi. She'd often get her visions during school hours, when people would say something, or she'd touch an object…but either way, it bothered her and the other students. She got hit a couple of times in high school because of her "weirdness", but in college, it was different. Masumi seemed to believe her, even told her that he'd help her through her visions. A nice gesture, but not needed, and she thanked him profusely several times for his help. But here, in this place, her sixth sense was screaming wildly. What could it be, here, in this village, that set her sixth sense off so terribly?

It didn't matter, though. If Masumi was here, she'd have to set aside her fear and look for him. Her light drifted around the room again, before her eyes fell to a staircase at the furthest corner from the door. Walking around the fireplace, she slowly began to walk up the small flight of stairs that creaked every time she put her foot down. At the top of the stairs, Miyako found a long hallway, and only one door there. She tried to open the door, but a large lock barred her way. The symbol on the lock meant "Ginger". "Stupid door…" Miyako muttered, heading down the hall the other way to continue exploring.

She took another small flight of stairs down, entering a hallway of the house. In front of her was a small hall that led to a room, and to her right was the continuation of another hallway, taking a turn under a drape with the symbol as the lock on the door. She walked down the long hallway first, against her intuition. She turned the corner and spotted a door at the end of the hall, going to it and opening it. Upon entering the room, Miyako was hit with a wave of cold that chilled her to the bone. A large, colorful paper screen was to her left, so she could not see what lay in the room. Gripping her flashlight tightly, the young woman came around the screen. Only an old coal brazier was in the room, but the cold in the air must have come from an open door at the back that led to a small garden. Miyako went around the brazier and out to the garden, where she looked around in awe. Though the village looked to be 50 years old or more, the garden looked healthy and well-tended. "So odd…" she muttered. Her foot collided with something that gave a light crunch. The woman aimed her light at the object, and found a loose paper. Picking it up, her shaky hands brought the small paper to her face.

The paper had Masumi's handwriting on it! She could have jumped for joy at this, knowing that her boyfriend had been in the house. The paper described small amounts of information regarding the village, but she dropped it to the ground in her happiness. Masumi was alive and well! The ink seemed to be barely dry, as though he had been in the room thirty minutes before. Miyako hugged herself in delight. But, how would she let him know that she was here? The young woman dug into her pack. It must be here…please let it be here… She smiled when she pulled out one of her red notebooks and a pen. Masumi would come back for his notes, and find something here for him. She began to write in her neat style, though her hands twitched with excitement.

Masumi... It's me, Miyako. I came to look for you.

Let's go home together. Together, we can make it. Call for me if you find this. I'll be nearby.

- Miss you!

Miyako could only hope that he would find the note…or else, they'd be stuck in the village for a while. As she lay the notebook down in a spot that he couldn't miss, thoughts began to run through her head. What if he finds the note and can't find me? What if he's already left?! Her mind raced and her thoughts collided with the newfound salvation of Masumi in the village. Her carefully created dream of leaving this village with Masumi, happy and healthy, was beginning to be shattered by the fear of never leaving this village. She hugged herself tightly and quickly left the room. If Masumi had left, or could not find her, she would look for a way out herself. She hurried back into the hall. As she made to turn the corner, something caught her eye, and she turned towards the wall now to her left. As she looked, an imprint into the wood seemed to be in the shape of…a face?

She leaned in closer to the wall, and touched it carefully. Sure enough, her fingers touched what seemed to be the old skin of a face. As she ran her hand along it, she was surprised by how alarmingly real it felt. As her hand ran along the face, her mind began to flash and scream. Her sixth sense…what now?! As she turned to look at the hallway behind her, a pair of hands reached out of the wall, just under the face. As Miyako turned back, and spotted the hands, her eyes widened in horror, but could not pull away before the pale, see-through hands grabbed her by the shoulders, and her mind went down a whirlpool of visions.

She stood there, amongst the rotting corpses she had only just murdered. Her revenge was only short lived, however.

The one she wanted was still alive…the one who left her, never fulfilled her promise, never came back for her. "Yae…didn't we promise…? Together…always…"

Miyako could only stare in horror at this young teenager…a girl maybe 16. Her white kimono glinted in the moonlight, and blood visibly dripped from the front of the kimono. Half of a red rope was tied around her waist, cut as though it had once been connected to something else. A prominent red mark laced around the girl's throat. As Miyako watched, the girl's sullen and sad voice turned into maniacal laughter.

The bodies around her were easy to spot; they littered the area around the sunken fireplace of the Great Hall. To one side of the room were a door and a closet; to the other side were paper artworks. All of these had been bloodied by the teenager and her victims.

Miyako backed away from the girl, but tripped and fell onto a bloody, and fresh, corpse. She screamed loudly, and scrambled backwards, only to hit yet another body. She jumped to her feet and tried to step over the bodies as she ran to the door. A flash of lightning hit, and the bodies disappeared, including the girl. Miyako froze and looked around the room. Not a trace of anything, but the blood from the bodies covered the room in patches. She gave a sigh of relief, before something went THROUGH her.

Masumi, looking tired and disappointed, walked through his girlfriend as though she were air. "Masumi!!" she screamed. She reached out to him, but it too went through his body. Masumi stared straight in front of himself. His left fist closed tightly around something in his hand, but Miyako couldn't see what it was. He then looked at the center of the room. "Nothing…I need to find a way out…" he muttered. A loud, male scream came from the other side of the room, behind the wooden pieces of artwork near the inner fireplace. Masumi didn't seem to hear or notice it, but Miyako heard it.

Her eyes glanced in that direction. Another scream was heard, exactly like the last, but louder…and closer. Masumi did hear it this time, and turned to looked towards the paintings. Around the corner of the Great Hall came a white apparition, with bloody slashes in his body, cutting through his white clothes, which hung loosely on his gaunt figure. His hair was white and thrown back. One of his arms was tied to his chest, and the other reached out angrily towards Miyako's lover. "Masumi, run!!" Miyako screamed. Masumi backed away from the ghost and flung his hands in front of his face. He could see the ghost! The ghost raised his arm and slashed at the man before him.

"MASUMI!!!!"

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Miyako woke with a start, drenched in cold sweat. Tears streaked down her tired features, and her eyes glanced crazily around the room for Masumi. "Masumi…where are you…?" she moaned. Looking around, she found herself in the room with the boxes from when she entered the house. A small light was nearby, and the paper that kept the light hidden was a light red with crimson butterflies around it. She smiled slightly at the beauty of the butterflies. She stood up carefully and wiped off the dust from her skirt. Her bag lay only a few feet away from her, and she carefully picked it up. As she rummaged through it, she came across another one of her small, red notebooks. She took out her pen and began to write again. Her tension began to build up to a high, and she needed to let her emotions out somehow.

I've heard rumors about the lost village before. Long ago, a massacre occurred on the day of a ceremony, and the village was wiped from the map. Twin Deities Statues in the forest lead lost people to the village entrance. Once you passed the gate however, you cannot go back. The village eternally relives that night of death. The insane laughter of a woman is said to echo throughout the village. The only survivor of the massacre at the village was a lone woman.

Sometimes I sense someone passing by the window. He carries a torch, and mutter things. He seems to be searching for somebody. But it is not Masumi. In the distance, I can hear some kind of sad ceremonial song being sung. They say that this village vanished on the day of a ceremony, and that day is repeated over and over again.

How much time has passed since I came here? How long will this night last?
I can't take the darkness. It's driving me crazy... I have to get out of here! I have to see Masumi.

She closed the book and looked towards the lattice window. "I have to see him…" she muttered. "Where have you gone, Masumi? I keep looking…and looking…and waiting…and I can't find you…" She grabbed hold of her hair tightly. This village was beginning to drive her insane.

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Miyako woke hours later, sighing as she stood up. She had fallen asleep on the second set of steps in the middle of the house, and her back hurt. She had no idea where Masumi was, or even if he was still in the village any longer. He had not come for her, he had not answered her note, nor had she found any traces of him. She smoothed down her skirt in annoyance. She had no idea how long she had been in this village. Hours…days…weeks…she didn't know, nor did she care. She wanted out of this hell hole. She walked up the stairs and sat at the top of them, running a hand through her hair. "Why me…why us…?" she moaned. Her dreams had been plagued by that girl, over and over again. She couldn't stop thinking about her. Why did she kill all of those people?

She stood and walked down the hall at the top of the steps. She missed Masumi terribly, and her mental stability had been deteriorating slowly. She could no longer stay awake for too long. The terrible feelings and visions she kept getting would cause her to pass out. The darkness was eating at her mind. She suddenly heard giggling, and she whipped around. A little girl in a maroon yukata looked at her. "Hewwo!" she cried happily. Miyako only stared at the girl is awe. Another, smaller voice came from behind Miyako. "Found you!" Miyako turned and saw a little boy just behind her, grabbing her skirt. She was hit with a terrible pain, feeling darkness come around her. She screamed loudly and collapsed to the ground. The boy and the girl only giggled and ran off. Miyako sobbed lightly from the pain, laying where she was.

"Miyako?" She turned her head and looked down. At the entrance stood Masumi Makimura, wearing tan pants, a white undershirt, and a tan jacket. His black hair was a little frizzy from running, and he looked out of breath. His clothes were torn a little dirty. He looked around frantically. "Miyako?" he called again.

"Masumi…" she croaked, weakly. He didn't seem to hear, for he walked forward, and promptly disappeared. She gasped. Had he been a figment of her imagination? Or…a ghost? She forced herself to her feet. Leaning on the rail of the stairs for support, she slowly walked down them, flashlight in hand. "Masumi…" she called painfully. There was no answer. She continued on her path, going the way the apparition had walked towards. She walked down the hall, and saw Masumi again. He kept walking, and also disappeared, heading down the second hallway towards the room Miyako had not gone to. She followed his apparition, and found a door a little ways down the hallway. As she lay her hand on the door, she could hear a voice. "Is she here…I hope she is…" Masumi's voice!

Miyako opened the door, and saw his back. "Masumi…" she called softly. He dropped the book in alarm and whipped around. He looked exactly like his apparition, but he was real. Real at last. He blinked at her stupidly. "Miyako? Miyako, is that you?" She smiled slowly before running towards him. He held out his arms to her and they embraced fiercely. "Masumi!!" she cried happily, as he covered her cheek and neck with kisses.

"Oh Miyako…" he breathed, "I thought I would never see you again…" He hugged her tighter, then slowly pulled her off after a minute and looked at her. "You look so pale…so gaunt. Have you eaten? Have you slept? What's happened to you?"

"Masumi…there were kids running and playing…and a face in the wall…and then, this teenager with a white kimono that was covered in blood! It was terrible, Masumi!"

"Kids?" he asked. "What kids? What teenager?"

"The kids that have been running around the house! Haven't you seen them? I've been hearing their giggles for a long time, but I saw them a few minutes ago," Miyako replied.

"Miyako…I haven't seen any kids, nor a teenager covered in blood. Are you sure you're alright?" he asked. He pressed a gentle hand to her forehead. She sighed in content as she felt his soft skin against hers. His brown eyes looked into her blue ones worriedly. "You have a fever," he told her. He picked her up and carried her into the next part of the room that was totally open.

He laid her down on the floor, then covered her with his jacket. She smiled weakly at him, but when he got up, she grabbed his leg in desperation. "Don't go!" He turned back to her. "Don't leave me alone anymore…" she whispered. He smiled and kneeled down. "I won't leave you, Miyako," he said. He laid down beside her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, as though she was a teddy bear. She rested her head back against his chest.

"I love you…" she whispered. He kissed her hair in response. "I love you too," he replied. Her eyes closed slowly as she drifted off into the wanted oblivion she had so longed for – to be peacefully asleep in his arms.

But a peaceful sleep is not what she got.