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14. Aka Manto (The Public Toilet Phantom with Fashion Issues)

Blame:

“I was just trying to pee in peace and now a ghost wants to play fashion roulette??”

“He asked if I wanted red or blue paper… and neither option was good??”

“I knew I shouldn’t have gone to the bathroom alone, this is how people die in urban legends.”

Why He Was Hated:

1. The Most Dramatic Bathroom Attacker Ever

Aka Manto is the ghost of a man who wears a stylish red cape and mask (because even in death, he commits to the aesthetic). He haunts school bathrooms and appears when you're most vulnerable: pants down, dignity low, existential crisis brewing.

He then whispers:

"Do you want red paper… or blue?"

Spoiler alert: both answers are wrong.

Red Paper = You get slashed to death, blood everywhere.

Blue Paper = You get strangled until your face turns blue.

Try to be clever and say a different color? You still die.

Try to ignore him? You die harder.

It’s basically the deadliest fashion quiz in Japanese folklore.

2. Embodiment of Public Restroom Trauma

Middle school kids feared him like the plague. You walk into the last stall, and boom—cape guy appears and offers you death in Pantone options.

Every horror story starts with: “They chose the red paper…” and ends with someone needing therapy.

3. He’s the Final Boss of Toilet Yokai

Forget your haunted mirrors or cursed wells—Aka Manto haunts the poop dimension. And he’s relentless. This guy has turned more bathroom breaks into survival horror scenes than any other yokai.

4. Symbol of Anxiety and Shame

Some scholars say he represents fear of using public restrooms, especially in schools where shame, bullying, and ghost stories all live rent-free. Aka Manto is what happens when those anxieties get an Instagram-worthy cape and start murdering people.

5. He’s Hot. That’s a Problem.

Oh yeah—some versions claim he’s actually very attractive under that mask. But no, you don’t get to see him.

Because he’s too busy murdering you in style.

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Kitsune facts! need I say more?

9. Kitsune (The Foxy Manipulator That Could End Your Whole Bloodline)

Blame:

“My wife was perfect… too perfect… and now she’s a fox.”

“The emperor’s acting weird. A kitsune must be whispering in his ear.”

“I lost all my money, my home, and my dignity. Definitely a fox spirit’s fault.”

Why They Were Hated- (Thank you for reading this chapter. Your support means everything! If you enjoyed it, read the rest here ⬇️.)

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How can you ignore this? it's about a friendship that could maybe or maybe not become a future romance!

Chapter 1: – Mischievous Friendship

“O-oi, Sora! What are you up to now?!”

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the quiet, well-kept gardens of the merchant house, and a young girl with bright eyes and a mischievous smile darted through the narrow alleyways. Her kimono—elegant and neatly arranged—fluttered behind her like a vibrant butterfly, but it was clear that her attention was entirely elsewhere.

Ding! Ding!

The bells on her sandals rang merrily as she turned the corner, her hair bouncing with each step. A human girl, no older than fifteen, with a family of wealthy merchants, and a life of privilege in Edo. But there was something about her—something about her curiosity—that could never be tamed.

Her name? Akiko.

And of course, where there’s curiosity, there’s mischief.

“Where is he?! I know he’s around here somewhere…” Akiko muttered, frowning slightly as she stopped and looked around. She lifted her sleeve, wiping the sweat off her brow.

Riiiip!

“W-What was that?!” Akiko whirled around, eyes widening with surprise. Her fingers brushed nervously against her sleeve.

“Whaaaat? Who says you’re allowed to just sneak up on someone like that?” a cheeky voice chimed, followed by the unmistakable sound of a splash—sploosh, splishhh, splashhhh-[The rest of the chapter is already on ko-fi! Or you can read the just free stuff... if you like cliffhangers.]

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Short Stories Compilation On Wattpad:

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Check out Collection: The House That Time Forgot on Tapas https://tapas.io/series/Collection-The-House-That-Time-Forgot

I'm on Tapas now! 26 chapters in but the full version is in wattpad and Ko-fi! pick your poison （；￣＾￣）ん～

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11. Tengu (The Bird With A God Complex)

Blame:

“My prayer scroll flew away mid-chant. I swear it laughed.”

“The forest is cursed. Again. It’s Tengu season.”

“Why does the mountain keep dropkicking my disciples?”-(The answer to your biggest question is… the rest is in the link below. Yep, I went there.)

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Title: Overtime Hell of a Tanuki

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead like a broken lullaby.

The office smelled of burnt instant noodles, desperation, and toner ink.

And there, slumped over his desk in a crumpled suit two sizes too large, sat Shirakawa Saburou—former mountain tanuki, current corporate cog. (And was once a free spirited drunk yokai with no responsibilities until construction drew him out of the mountains and into the Tokyo life.)

Smoke curled from his third cigarette in ten minutes, forming lazy kanji that read something along the lines of “please end me.” His tie was a tragic noodle, his eyebags deserved their own ZIP code, and his coffee? Blacker than his soul.

“Damn it…” he muttered, slamming a paw—er, hand—on the keyboard. The Excel sheet blinked mockingly. “Why the hell does SUMIF hate me today?!”

His tail, neatly hidden beneath the chair, gave a single, miserable flick.

It hadn’t always been like this.

Once upon a time, Saburou had been a proper tanuki. You know—bouncing around in the forest, turning leaves into fake money, shapeshifting into teapots to scare tourists. Life was good. Fresh air. Cold streams. Foxes to prank.

Then he got married.

To a gorgeous bake-danuki who convinced him to move into the city, “just for a while,” she said. They had twins. They got a mortgage. They signed up for kindergarten interviews.

And somewhere between daycare payments and working overtime in a soul-sucking PR agency, Saburou forgot how to shapeshift. All he could turn into now was a wrung-out husk with a nicotine addiction.

His phone buzzed. A LINE notification.

> [Ex-wife]: “Don’t forget the twins’ tuition is due next week. Also, stop using that one vending machine near the park. The kids say it smells like you.”

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Title: “Even Brownies Want a Thank You!”

Somewhere in the green folds of Old Ireland—where the mist hangs heavy, sheep outnumber people, and babies are given beer because the water is “dodgy at best”—there sat a crooked old cottage that was cursed.

Not cursed by magic, no. Worse.

Rats.

Hordes of the whiskered demons. They’d chewed through the flour sacks, nibbled at the bannocks, and even tried to drag off poor Granny Ó’Donnelly’s best woolen knickers once.

And yet...

They were gone.

Just poof. Disappeared-(Want the full scene? Sorry, the rest is on Ko-fi—because I like making you suffer (affectionately).)

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Title: “A thought alone won’t pave the road.”

The Pooka’s arse hit pavement.

Again.

“Sweet Jaysus, that’s the third time this week—” he wheezed, rubbing his tailbone with a wince that echoed down the alley. Behind him, a taxi screeched to a stop and the driver leaned out the window.

“Oi! Ya bleedin’ eejit, that’s not a bloody cycle lane!”

“Excuse me for trying to bring whimsy back to yer soulless rat race!” the Pooka shouted, flailing dramatically as only a half-fae, half-horse disaster could.

Yes, he was shirtless. No, he didn't know why.

That’s just how he arrived these days—poof, no clothes, no GPS, just hooves and vibes.

Once, not so long ago (okay, maybe 300 years ago, but who’s counting), the Pooka had been the ride of the night. Literally-(Want the full scene? Sorry, the rest is on Ko-fi—because I like making you suffer (affectionately).)

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Chapter 1: – The Tanuki's Sorrow

Modern-day Tokyo.

A loud beep echoed through the cramped office, followed by the sound of papers shuffling. A tanuki, his fluffy tail swishing irritably behind him, hunched over his desk in the dim glow of the overhead lights. His brown fur, which once had a sleek, vibrant sheen, now looked dull and tired. His round ears twitched every time someone walked past him, but he didn’t look up.

Why should he?

Today was just another day in his rapidly unraveling life.

"Tanaka-san," the voice of his coworker broke through his thoughts. "You seem... down. Everything okay?"

Tanaka, the tanuki salaryman, did not respond immediately. He stared at the pile of unfinished reports in front of him. His paw-like hands rubbed at his temple, as though trying to push away the headache that had become a permanent fixture in his skull.

"Fine," he muttered under his breath, his voice strained. "I’m fine."

But anyone who knew Tanaka would know that "fine" was the last word he’d use to describe his current state.

He had lost everything.

The house. The kids. His dignity. His marriage. All gone, just like that-(Want the full scene? Sorry, the rest is on Ko-fi—because I like making you suffer (affectionately).)

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Title: Yokai and the Salaryman

The truth behind dating yokai is much darker (and weirder) than you think...

Kenta Takahashi was a young, overworked salaryman. He was thirty years old, lived alone in a tiny apartment, and had a mother who was constantly reminding him that “a man at your age should be married already!” The nagging was endless. Every time he visited home, his mom would hit him with questions like, “When are you bringing home a nice girl for me to meet?” and “You’re not getting any younger, you know!”

The pressure was building up. All of his friends and colleagues were getting married or at least dating, and here he was—single, alone, with nothing but a stack of paperwork and an overflowing inbox.

“I can’t keep living like this,” Kenta groaned, glancing at his phone. Another message from his mom. “Are you seeing anyone yet? I’d love some grandkids before I get too old!”

His mother’s messages always had a way of sinking him into despair. He was doing fine, wasn’t he? But she didn’t see it that way.

So, after another weekend of mindlessly watching TV and eating convenience store meals, Kenta made a decision. A bold decision.

“I’m going to a goukon.”

For those unfamiliar, a goukon is a group blind date in Japan, where friends or colleagues arrange a meeting with potential matches. It was definitely a place where single people could meet, eat, and drink together, hoping to find someone who might spark their interest-(Want the full scene? Sorry, the rest is on Ko-fi—because I like making you suffer (affectionately).)

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Once again, I bow deeply for your time and attention. May this chapter bring you a sliver of beauty.

Chapter Title: – A Detour in Life

Sometimes, the path to death has a few unexpected paw prints on it.

It wasn’t supposed to be complicated.

In fact, he had carefully planned for it not to be.

The trains were quiet. The walk had been silent. The trees had greeted him with that eerie, almost too-still kind of presence—the kind of silence only Aokigahara could offer, where even the birds seemed to hold their breath.

The perfect place to vanish.

And yet.

"Meow."

He stopped walking. For the third time.

“...You again,” he muttered under his breath, glancing down.

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