The Haunting That Comes With the Joyanokane

An ancient Japanese temple bell illuminated by red-tinted moonlight, hanging in a traditional bell tower with eerie shadows and mist in the background.
A haunting scene featuring the Joyanokane, a traditional Japanese temple bell, surrounded by mist and illuminated under a mysterious red moon.

What Does the Joyanokane Really Mean?

On New Year’s Eve, the sound of temple bells—known as Joyanokane—rings out across Japan. This iconic tradition has become a beloved part of welcoming the New Year, but did you know it carries a profound meaning?

The temple bell is struck exactly 108 times, a number deeply rooted in Buddhist teachings. In Buddhism, 108 represents the number of bonnō—earthly desires and distractions that cloud the human mind. Each resonant chime is said to cleanse one of these desires, purifying the soul in preparation for a fresh start in the New Year.

“Clear your heart of worldly desires and step into the New Year with purity”—that’s the essence behind Joyanokane. But there’s another side to this serene ritual, one that isn’t as widely spoken about.

Some say the 108th chime holds more than just spiritual significance. It’s whispered that this final strike might summon…something else entirely.


The Bell Rings, Shadows Stir

On this particular New Year’s Eve, an ancient temple stood quiet and still as the familiar chime of Joyanokane echoed through the frosty air. Families and individuals, brimming with anticipation for the New Year, gathered around the temple. But this temple bore a peculiar rumor: something strange happens during the 108th chime.

“Just an old superstition,” most would dismiss it with a laugh. But one young man couldn’t shake his curiosity. Visiting his grandparents in this rural town, he’d grown up hearing eerie tales about the temple’s bells. That night, he decided to uncover the truth for himself.

As the bell’s deep notes reverberated, he began to sense an odd shift in the air. At first, he blamed the biting cold, but the chill felt sharper, heavier—as if it carried something unearthly. Then came a faint whisper, barely audible yet impossible to ignore.
“Is someone… speaking?” he wondered, scanning the crowd.

But no one seemed to notice. He turned his gaze toward the bell tower. Beneath it stood the temple’s monk, his silhouette illuminated by the dim light. Yet something wasn’t right. Behind the monk was another shadow—one that didn’t match the movement of the monk himself.

The shadow swayed unnaturally, inching closer with each chime. The atmosphere grew tense as some attendees began murmuring, unease creeping into their voices. “It’s getting too cold; let’s head home,” one said. But the young man found himself rooted in place, his eyes fixed on the ominous shadow.

The final chime, the 108th, resonated through the night. “Goooon…” The shadow stretched across the ground, reaching his feet. He felt a sudden presence behind him—something cold, dark, and utterly still.

“Who’s there?” he whispered, spinning around. But nothing was there. Only the crushing weight of silence and the suffocating sense that he wasn’t truly alone.


When the Bells Fall Silent

As the final chime faded, the atmosphere shifted entirely. The chatter of the crowd and the warmth of the temple’s lanterns were gone. Only an eerie red glow from the moon illuminated the scene.

The young man tried to run, but his legs felt heavy, as though bound to the earth. His breath quickened as the icy grip of something unseen tightened around him. Then, the whisper returned.
“You have counted your desires… the last one is you.”

Before he could process the words, the shadow engulfed him, dragging him into a suffocating darkness.

The next morning, the temple priest inspected the bell tower. He found a faded parchment tucked beneath the bell, its ink faint but legible. It read, “The Joyanokane must not sound beyond the 108th chime. Beyond that, it is no longer desires that are cleansed, but human souls that are claimed.”

The temple grounds were eerily empty. Neither the monk nor the attendees from the night before were anywhere to be found. The 108th chime had echoed through the night, and with it, something unspeakable had been awakened.

So, as you listen to the Joyanokane this New Year’s Eve, take heed. That final chime may not just herald the New Year—it might signal something else entirely.


This story is a work of fiction. Please enjoy it as entertainment and use it as an opportunity to learn about the fascinating traditions of Japanese culture.


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