I Won't Tell

By: Lakija X

Author's Notes: What's on that movie? Well… let's see…

(A/N: This chapter is Mafuyu's analysis report on the movie he saw while you guys weren't reading the story. Hana lied to him when she said the film was not work. It was actually another assignment from the top, the BOSS. So after Mafuyu and his colleagues watched the reel, he was told to get on the job at once. Hana laughed evilly as he retrieved his gear. Armed with a computer and his tools, Mafuyu researched the family shown on the film reel on the Net, and found biographies and stories. He worked for 3 hours before he was able to share the report with his co-workers and you, the reader. Too bad you missed out! And Matsumoto isn't real as far as I know. I made it up, and it means "Origin of the Pine," on account of it's a forest!)

"Mafuyu, this is a very in-depth report. It's very unlike you to put this much detail in your work. It really sparks your interest. I'm scheduling you a trip to the Matsumoto region. You are to go to the Ukeda House to see that young girl, and also to see Natalie Larson. She is also in the home. I expect a full report covering the trip," said the boss.

Goody. A business trip…

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Hinasaki Mafuyu's Analysis Report

Who Were They? What Drove Them…

Log 79: Report 1

Subject: Film Reel

Location: Forest Heights/Matsumoto Province.

CONDITION OF SUBJECT: (Check One)

New

Fine

Good

Okay

Poor

Bad

Ruined

Date: December 15, 2004

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Several journals were retrieved through Internet access, and were directly linked to the reels. They will be marked with asterisks (). All other material was documented from the film, and will be marked by tilde marks (). My own words have been added due to lack of sound in the film. Sounds were unable to be recorded at the time of the creation of the film.

Natalie Larson: The Big News

My mum, my dad, and I had been planning to travel to Japan for years. We were going to surprise my brother with it. When he found out, you can only imagine how happy he was.

"Natalie! Mum! Dad! I can't believe you all! A trip! And to another country! I'll have to take my new camera! And my favorite book! I can't wait!" said my brother Thomas. He was sixteen. Since he worked much of the time, with my father, my parents and I wanted him to get away.

Also, my family was moving into the film industry, so it would be good to have a chance to see and try the customs.

I lived in a rainy part of England where my friends and I were normal girls: we secretly talked of the cutest boys who ran around the town. We discussed the happiness and nuisances of one day having children. We ran along the fields of flowers have fun when we could steal away from the adults.

Things were wonderful and bothersome all at the same time. Then one day… the day we traveled to Japan!

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"Smile Natalie! Tell me what you plan on finding in Japan?" Thomas asked. He was rolling the camera with its crank, slowly.

My family and I was in front of the big ship. The ocean spray was calling me, telling me that I would have so much fun in Japan.

"Well, I want to adventure! I hope that I'll be able to search around for hidden treasures, and live to tell my friends about it! And… I wish I could find a really good looking guy!" I giggled. I blew a kiss to the camera, so whoever was watching would know what I meant. Thomas laughed.

"Yeah, and you shouldn't be thinking about stuff like that. Tell me what else you plan on finding."

I thought a moment. "Something really scary. I want to find something really scary and I'll be very much pleased. So there!" I opted.

"Great! That's all done. Now let me just get the ship, and the ocean on film."

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Mafuyu:

The movie was about this little fourteen year old girl who was traveling here, to Japan. Her family was into the movie industry, so they were bringing the camera over here to film a few things here and there. I began to comprehend the meaning of the reel. It must have been what they recorded on their trip.

The trip itself had been a surprise for the son of the Larson family. That was their name. The son, Thomas Larson, worked with his father, making cameras maybe? And they probably wanted to bring the camera over here, like so many others did. So the Larsons surprised Thomas one day with a boat ticket to Japan, and he was so happy. He readied one of his cameras, and began filming immediately. He interviewed his sister, Natalie, about what she wanted to find in Japan. She wanted adventure and horror. A very vivacious young lady indeed… well, she used to be.

Thomas:

We traveled on the ship for what seemed like months. Though I tried my best to jog 'round the ship, my muscles still felt very tense from lack of exercise. More often than not, I filmed the progression of the voyage. Oftentimes, the water was choppy and daring. Natalie loved it, seeing as how her soul was exactly like the water.

Other times, the water was calm and sparkling, even inviting for a swim. But it did not fool me. For its fingers were icy to the touch, no matter what glowing it reflected from the sun. No matter how golden.

About two weeks into the voyage, we, Natalie and I, were confronted by the cabin boy. He had gone to fetch Natalie a cold towel when she suddenly had a fainting spell on the ship. We'd lain her down on the deck, where she got fresh air.

"Are you… okay?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you!" she exclaimed. She put the towel on her head.

"I never hear that…" he muttered. I heard him. The cabin boy was a young Japanese, black hair, spindly, and wise of the sea.

"'Tis alright. I try to teach her good manners" I said. I nodded to him. I wasn't familiar with Japanese customs, but I knew what was decent.

"Even more surprising… would you all like to hear a tale?" he said suddenly. He frowned, as if he'd suddenly thought of it.

"Oh yes! Is it frightening?" Natalie asked.

"Yes, actually. Do you like thrillers?" he asked, excited.

"Oh yes! I'd simply die for a ghost story!"

"Great! Listen here… there was a town, a hamlet. It was called, All God's Village. I used to live right near it, but I moved after the incident."

"What happened?" I asked, suddenly ensnared into the topic. A village with an incident… I wondered what might have come upon it.

"Well… there was an earthquake. Some think that it was one so big that it sucked the village right into the ground," the cobin boy stated, his arms outstretched in a fashion that implied that the quake was quite enormous!

"What could have caused such devastation?" Natalie asked.

"No one knows. Some say that perhaps the village was over an unknown fault. A fault is a crack in the earth that has the power to cause earthquakes. Other people say that perhaps the portal to Hell was beneath the village. I for one believe that story is unbelievable. Still others say that the village was associated with demons, who were angered and killed over the town, causing it to disappear."

Natalie's towel fell from her face as she sat up.

"Is it close to the town we're docking in?" she asked. So full of questions!

"Yes, in fact. I live close to it. Some say that there are even ghosts there, but I for one have never seen any."

"We simply must go! We must! Oh how I'd love to see a ghost."

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I brought back out my camera, and I filmed the cabin boy. He told me that he would be happy to show our family the forest around the village.

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Mafuyu:

What happened next in the video was absolutely unexpected.

The family walked toward the forest. As they did, they were approached by an unknown woman. She was native to the land, and was being escorted by a young man, refusing to communicate with the others,

A moment after they walked by, another woman followed rapidly behind them. It appears that she attacked the camera man, and the reel was damaged beyond repair, and unable to be played any further. The film reel has been sent to a CSI lab for analysis, considering the devastating amounts of blood and soil on the reel…

END OF REPORT

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Related Information:

---Local History: Matsumoto/Matsushita Villages: Victims of violent attacks found in local cemetery. Foreigners to the native land. Presumably tourists from the late 1800s or early 1900s. More research is required.

---Recent Information: news reports several teenagers went hiking in woods. Six total. Four return with elaborate tale of a massacre based on myths. Two return mentally ill.

-One deceased shortly after being discovered, the other in Uriko Ukeda's Mental Facility. Repeats the words "sacrifice", "I'm sorry," and "storehouse" over and over. Is said to resemble a young woman from the mythical "All God's Village." Had short black hair, plain features, and pale skin

---Local Newspaper Reports: The following is an excerpt from the firsthand account of an elderly villager who witnessed what is now called "The Matsumoto Massacre."

"The family watched as the couple made their way into the town. They tried to talk to them, but the young man shooed them away, saying his girlfriend was very ill. Mrs. Larson tried to help, but was refused. The young man, saying his name was Munakata-san.

The family continued on their way into the woods, the young native boy leading the way. Everything was going according to plan. The family's footsteps clattered and crunched their way into the wilderness. Until they felt the quake beneath their feet. That's when the world literally halted, and the terror from within the woodland began.

"Nooooooooo! Please! Not my BABY!"

The Larsons heard the loud cry in the woods, and was immediately bewildered. Their feet froze in the air. Everything was quiet, no one dared breathe. The Larsons stood intently, listening hard for the sound once again. Screams and cries were heard from deep within the woods.

"Please! WE tried to save it! You were the only twin left! Please…! Spare me! Spare me Kurosawa-sama! SPARE ME!" A nauseating crack was heard soon after the hysterical plead. Mrs. Larson grew terrified, covering her mouth to prevent herself from retching.

Babies cried, and women screamed. Men were heard grunting and struggling, obviously attacking whatever it was that was causing the chaos, but eventually, they too produced gut-wrenching yells of pain.

Everyone stood still, completely stunned. Natalie clung to her brother as she heard hideous laughs and giggles from the woods' heart. It was so sick and twisted that she felt tears spring to her eyes.

"I don't like this anymore…please let's go back…" she whispered, her voice stuck in her throat. Though it was morning, the sky grew dark. Everyone looked at the guide.

"Let us go and alert the authorities," he said.

They all nodded. Being very careful, as not to attract any attention, the family turned back. Thoroughly disturbed by the commotion heard in the wilderness, all were silent. Thomas developed a peculiar desire to record the sound on the tape.

The laugh was heard again, but this time, accompanied by the swishing of leaves and wind flying rapidly through the woods. Natalie's foot crunched a stick. She gasped, covering her mouth. The sounds in the woods stopped at that moment. Natalie began to sob silently, her hand still over her mouth. She saw what she'd just lured toward them, and knew it was over.

The air grew stiff and cold as the sound became more and more apparent, more immediate, much closer than before. Natalie and her mother's eyes grew as they spotted a pale figure with sickening stains of blood come toward them. She moved with limp white hands protruding from the sleeves of her messy robes. Her body simply glided with no effort at all.

Natalie's mom grabbed her daughter.

"Baby come on!" she yelled. Natalie ran, but was horrified by the lifeless eyes under the blood-matted black hair. Her mother could pull her no further, but her father pick up Natalie and ran. The woman stared heartlessly at them, but her attention promptly reverted to the young man.

Thomas had just enough time to whip out his photochronograph, which we today call a camcorder. He recorded the deathly pale woman. Mr. Larson called to his son, but to no avail. The strange woman put her hands out, and in a cloud of bright red blood, she attacked the young boy. All that was heard from within the cloud was screams, and slashing sounds.

Mr. Larson put his daughter down, and grabbed an abnormally large tree limb, and he ran toward the woman, swing with all of his might.

"Edward! Please come back!" the wife shouted. But it was too late. As soon as they followed the father's figure on his way to the woman, and though she had been struck, bloody smoke spilled from the woman and the father screamed painfully. He was no more.

Natalie and her mom ran away from the scene as they caught a whiff of the stench that was carried by this woman. It smelled of death.

Natalie sobbed uncontrollably now. She began to have violent spasm. Everyone around her was slaughtered but her mother. The woman drove the young girl crazy, as she ran blindingly fast through the town. She never spoke anymore after that…"

Mafuyu Hinasaki.

This concludes my Analysis Report.

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A/N: Chilling, no?

-Lakija X