Beware the Red House. Anyone who comes near it will always experience misfortune in their lives. But if you do go inside, make sure to not make a deal with Hanako, the leader of the seven ghouls. He will make sure he gets his end of the bargain no matter what the wish is.
Yashiro Nene had always been considered an odd person growing up. She always had an interest in the paranormal. She was not sure exactly when this fascination started but she always felt something draws her into it. So, it came to no one surprise that she decided to move to one of Japan's most haunted places, Okinawa Island. An island located far south, this place was known for taking part in one of the deadliest battles in World War Two. So many people passed away that almost every inch of the island is considered haunted, so much that it is considered a tradition to have a Buddist monk blessed your home once every year.
Nene Yashiro wanted to explore the area and decided to move there after college. She accepted a full time job as a florist, another passion people find weird thanks to her main interest. As she settled down in her new apartment, she looked around her new home. It needed her own flair to it to really make it her own place.
"Maybe some new houseplants and some new wallpaper will help" she thought as she grabbed her white crossbody purse and headed out the door.
She looked up stores nearby and was delighted to see that there is a store nearby walking distance. Excited at her luck, she decided to take in the scenery. The area flourished with greens of maple trees that grew in almost every corner of the streets. The white sidewalks were regularly cleaned, and there is the smell of the crisp spring air with a hint of water dew from the previous rainy night.
It was a small town with its own stores in walking distance from its residents. There are more bikes and scooters than cars as everything needed was less than a few miles away. Nene could not help but be drawn to this town when she first came on a trip with her parents. They used to come here every summer, but as hard as she tried to remember, Nene never really knew why her parents wanted to visit. Perhaps they wanted to get away from the city life in Fukuoka. Sadly she will never get her answer, her parents died when she was eight years old in a car accident. She was in the car with them but could not remember that day. The doctors concluded that she was traumatized and her body tried to make her forget to protect herself.
Despite this sad tragedy, she grew up a happy child under her grandmother's care. However, she developed something special which probably explains her obsession with ghosts.
Nene came upon the local supermarket and grabbed a small cart. She already bought a few groceries and was short in money. But she had enough saved until her next paycheck in her new job.
She walked towards the clearance aisle and saw some peel and stick wallpapers for sale. She was debating between the pastel purple with white flowers or the light bubblegum pink with brown hamsters, she decided on the pink one and placed it in the cart.
She grabbed some throw pillows and a couple of bamboo plants then went to check out. There was elderly worker who smiled gently at Nene as she placed the items in line.
"Why hello! I have not seen you before. Are you new to this part of town?" asked the older woman politely as she scanned the items one by one and placed them in a paper bag.
"Oh yes! I just moved to an apartment complex just half a mile from here."
"Well, do not forget to get a monk to bless your house. If you did any research before coming here, you will know why."
Nene thanked the older woman as she handed her a card of the nearest Buddist temple and urged her to quickly do it as soon as possible.
Nene walked back, she noticed a small boy playing with a toy tractor near an abandoned house.
"Hey little boy, do not play in there! Go play somewhere else , it is too dangerous to play there!" she shouted.
The little boy paused and looked at her. He smiled and nodded, acknowledging her. Nene continued walking to her apartment, with her back turned away. Maybe if she looked at the boy enough, she would have questioned the confused look on his face and the blood on his green polo sweater, despite the warm air. The little boy shrugged and picked up his toy and walked inside the abandoned house. A faint giggle was heard as he walked through the closed door.