This is has kind of been a taboo for me, I personally never wanted to speak about it ever again. But I thought I could share it with you guys.
My Mother & I go to Japan every year (since we’re from there except we moved when I was 5.) this year, however we were shopping at the stalls where we saw this woman selling ancient items. She looked a little bit rugged, but so did the rest so since we were both big fans of vintage, we decided to have a go.
(Un?)Fortunately, there was no one really by her stall to compete with, in fact looking back on it.. it felt almost like people were avoiding it.
While we approached her, my mother was interested in a wardrobe, it was very worn out and rotted. Using the little Japanese I knew, I tried to talk to the lady - but she was speaking rapidly fast in a dialect I could not understand. (Was it even Japanese?)
She was talking louder now, and people were beginning to stare. I only understood the numbers she was shouting like “500 yen.. 400 yen..” which isn’t that much (Around 5 dollars or so). Me, quickly wanting dodge the situation, I handed her the money.
She suddenly relaxed and had it placed on our trunk. (We had a pickup truck) And we drove off, kind of scared to be honest.
Back at our new holiday home, we placed it next to my mother’s bed and the back on the wall. (Japanese walls tend to be really thin and next together so it was practically right next to my room)
In the night however, I started to hear a lot of scratching noises and creaky noises coming from the side of my room the wardrobe was placed.
It became louder during the night - and really irritating. I figured there were bed bugs or something and told my mum to check it in the morning.
We opened it.. and there were scratch marks dragging at the back and 4 holes were created by the nails(?) We were honestly scared shitless, and we didn’t know what to do with the wardrobe.
My grandmother was visiting that day and we showed it to her. She didn’t say much until she saw the holes and gasped.
“Shi(4). There is Shi here.”
I told her, “Yes.. there are 4 holes.”
She shook her head. “No. Shi.”
My mother’s face also began to drain color for someone who wasn’t very superstitious.
Here’s the creepy part..
Shi, in Japanese is 四 which is 4 in English. But Shi is also 死 - Death.
There was a death in the wardrobe.