These articles are written by and copyright c 1996-2019 Garth Haslam, all rights reserved. Hasshaku-sama targets young people and children in particular. I tried to ignore it. I drove home with my father. I looked about to see where the noise was coming from, and saw a white hat peeking over the top of the hedge.
The Scary For Kids author changed the story in a couple of simple ways. During the drive, he told me that one of his friends when he was young had been taken by Hachishakusama. My Grandpa's car was in front of the van, and my father's was behind it. Both changes were obviously to help aim the story at its new intended audience, young English-speaking non-residents of Japan. Hachishakusama targets teens and children. Downstairs I found my father waiting.
I don't know how long it lasted but, over time, it faded. In the end the hero manages to escape with the help of his family and other villagers. The salt in the corners was almost black. So, if someone finds out what village is supposed to be haunted by Eight Feet Tall and they are able to confirm the multiple disappearances of youngsters over a multiple decade period, then maybe the story has something to it. I had to stay overnight while Grandpa was gathering my kinsmen, and it was deemed safer to try to escape during the day than the night. Since it had been over a dozen years since Hachishakusama had killed anyone, I have to wonder if the old men in those villages thought it was still a good arrangement. She has been described as a yokai or even a divine spirit of the village she was bound to, but nobody really knows for sure.
Then I heard something strange. While they were upstairs, I tried to excuse myself to use the bathroom. Of course, the being is also implied to be extremely local to just one village, so maybe word never spread out much. Grandpa made it clear that neither he nor Grandma would talk to me until seven the next morning. What's probably a more damning bit of evidence is that only one account of Hachishakusama seems to exist, despite the deep knowledge of the being that the storyteller's grandparents and K-san were implied to have. Por esta razón es que muchos creen que Hachishaku sama mata a los niños que se lleva. After I got there I was a little cold, so I stretched out for a moment in a warm sunny spot off the road.
I try to tell myself it was all superstition. Grandpa and the neighbors delivered my bike back to me later. When Hasshaku-sama takes a liking to someone they tend to die within a few days. I'd almost forgotten this all after ten years. It's okay to come out if you're too scared. Grandpa came back soon, and told me I would be staying overnight with them.
As two further creepy notes, the 'Po Po Po' was described as being in a masculine voice, despite the entity's feminine appearance, and this version of the tale ends with the storyteller receiving a phone call from his Grandma to tell him its safe to return to Japan. Grandma and K-san, both looking worried, were there. I was told to keep my eyes closed, and my face pointing down. K-san, for that's who it was, handed me a small paper charm and told me to hold onto it. K-san told me to keep the charm on me, and to pray to the Buddha if I got scared. As its premise Fatal Frame takes players out ghost hunting, so every game is full of spooky characters. The room was suddenly very quiet.
The hat moved along to a break in the hedge, when I could see that it was being worn by a woman with a white dress. Odd, but that was all. Over time images were added to the mix, like the one I included in the story above the oldest illustration I can trace. The figure moved as if to lower its head to the window, and I gasped. One more man took the driver's seat, and K-san took the passenger side of the front.
Then a definite hand slapped the window. Grandma had left me snacks. The single window in the room had been covered with newspaper, on which a charm like the one I was holding had been affixed. I was told I would have to stay in the room until seven the next morning, and that I couldn't leave no matter what they provided a bucket for me to potty in! I could see a white dress. Two years ago my Grandpa died; sadly, I was not allowed to attend his funeral. I did the only thing I could; I kept praying to Buddha. The strange sound was gone too.
And I heard something tapping on the glass of the window. Though no one else could see Hachishakusama, they all heard what happened next: the tapping. In each corner was a small pile of Morishio -- sacred salt -- and they had also set up a small wood box with a statue of Buddha on it. It was a long night. So all indications are that the story is just a Japanese internet legend; but it's a good one! It was my Spring break and I had been invited to visit; and since the weather was good, I rode my bike out to their house. I had to admit that I didn't understand what the fuss was about, and asked what was so bad about the strange woman.
I often stayed with my grandparents during my summer vacation and winter breaks from school, and they were always happy to play with me. A little later, while having tea with Grandma and Grandpa, I mentioned the strange person I had seen and that I thought it was a transvestite. In talking to my Grandpa over the phone, I've confirmed that it was not his voice I heard outside the room that night which sent shivers down my spine again. Cuando Hachishakusama ve a un niño y le gusta, generalmente lo secuestra. K-san had stopped chanting by that time as well, and eventually said that she felt we were now safe, so the cars all pulled over. At the end of the story, the storyteller actually leaves Japan forever, with the implication that Eight Feet Tall could find them as long as they were anywhere within the country, which greatly expands the presumed range of the strange being story-wise.