【Japanese Horror】The Hundred Horror Tales — Episode 52: Don’t Tell the Teacher | Haunted Kaidan Tales
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Episode 52 — Don’t Tell the Teacher
The sound of the phone stopped,
and no one moved right away.
Thin white smoke
slowly drifted upward toward the ceiling.
“…That just now…”
Aoi murmured quietly.
No one answered.
Shūji gave a small shrug.
“Probably a wrong number.”
“But at this hour?”
Aoi said softly.
“Just bad timing.”
He answered lightly.
Miwa glanced toward the phone.
“…It only rang once.”
Someone tried to laugh,
then stopped.
The laugh faded
before it reached anyone.
Sōma said nothing.
He only stared
at the candle that had gone out.
The room felt
slightly darker than before.
One less flame
flickered in the darkness.
“…Who’s next?”
Shūji asked.
Aoi raised her hand a little.
“Can I go?”
“Oh?”
Shūji smirked slightly.
“You’re telling one?”
“It’s not really scary though.”
Aoi tilted her head a little.
“It’s more like…
a strange story.”
No one brushed it off.
The room quietly settled again.
Aoi stared at the candle flame
for a moment.
Then she slowly began to speak.
“Hey…”
Aoi looked up.
“Have you ever seen fairies?”
No one answered immediately.
Shūji let out a small laugh.
“That’s random.”
“There’s no such thing.”
But Aoi shook her head.
“I saw them before.”
The room grew still for a moment.
“They were tiny.”
She held her fingers close together.
“About this big.”
“A little shiny.”
“And they had wings.”
“They just floated around the whole time.”
No one laughed.
Sōma quietly watched her.
“At first…”
Aoi continued.
“I thought maybe
I was the only one who could see them.”
“But…”
A small smile crossed her face.
“There were three of us playing together.”
“And eventually,
we realized it.”
“Like…
‘Wait, you can see them too, right?’”
Aoi smiled faintly.
“And then…”
She continued naturally.
“The fairies said…”
—“Want to come with us?”
No one interrupted.
Aoi kept speaking softly.
“On the way home from school…”
“There was this narrow path
past the park.”
“You normally wouldn’t notice it.”
“But that day,
we just kinda went down it.”
“And suddenly,
everything looked different.”
She tilted her head slightly.
“I don’t really know how to explain it…”
“Everything looked
a little sparkly.”
“But it felt different somehow.”
“And…”
She smiled faintly.
“It was really beautiful there.”
“There were flowers everywhere.”
“And the water was super clear.”
“Everything kept sparkling.”
“And even though it was quiet…”
“It didn’t feel scary at all.”
The candle flame
flickered softly.
“And there…”
Aoi said quietly.
“We played with the fairies.”
“The three of us.”
“It was really fun.”
“We stopped caring about time.”
“We just kept playing there.”
A small laugh escaped her.
“And when we went home…”
“It was still bright outside.”
“Even after we came back.”
“So…”
She shrugged lightly.
“We could stay there forever,
and nobody got mad at us.”
Her words sounded
strangely natural.
“And then…”
Aoi continued.
“We started going there all the time.”
“Almost every day.”
“The three of us.”
Her voice quietly softened.
“And one day…”
“The fairies told us…”
‘Don’t tell adults.’
Aoi gave a small smile.
“So I asked why.”
“And they said…”
‘If you tell them,
you won’t be able to come back.’
At first
I really thought
it was just a place to play.
If we ran around,
we never got tired.
Even if we fell,
it didn’t hurt at all.
The water was cold and nice,
and it felt like
we could stay there forever.
And the fairies played with us too.
We’d play things like tag,
or collect flowers together.
There was also
this weird game.
A game where
you weren’t allowed to say names.
If you called someone by their name,
you lost.
But the fairies
never used names from the start.
It was like
they understood each other
without saying anything.
And somehow,
that felt really fun to us.
So the three of us
started copying them.
The candle flame
flickered softly.
And you know…
That place sounded different too.
It was quiet,
but not the kind of quiet
where everything feels empty.
It was more like…
Something was always echoing
far away somewhere.
But it wasn’t loud.
Actually,
it felt calming.
And then…
Out of the three of us,
one girl really started loving that place.
She was always smiling.
Even when we said,
“Let’s go home,”
she’d say,
“Just a little longer.”
She kept saying things like—
“This place is so nice.”
“I wish we could stay here forever.”
But…
She still came home with us.
At least that day.
And when we left,
before we realized it,
we’d already be back
on our normal road again.
So honestly…
it never really felt scary.
Just…
a little strange.
That’s all.
To us,
it was just
a beautiful place.
And then…
We kept going there
for days after that.
The three of us.
Before long,
it started feeling normal.
When school ended,
we’d just say—
“Let’s go again.”
That’s how ordinary it became.
The candle flame
flickered softly.
And then one day…
While we were eating dinner at home,
I accidentally talked about it.
I said—
“Lately,
I’ve been going to this really strange place.”
No one interrupted.
I told them—
“It’s amazing there.”
“We can play forever.”
“And it never really gets dark.”
So even if I got home late,
it was fine.
The words came out
so naturally.
And then…
My mom asked—
“Where have you been going?”
So…
I told her everything.
And starting the next day,
I couldn’t find the place anymore.
Even when I walked down
the same road,
it was just
a normal road again.
The fairies were gone too.
And then…
One of my friends said
the same thing happened to her.
Her parents asked
what she’d been doing lately,
and she told them too.
After that,
she couldn’t find the place anymore either.
But…
The other girl—
she said,
“Me too.”
She said
she told them too.
And yet…
And then…
That girl stopped coming to school.
No one moved.
The next day—
and the day after that—
she still didn’t come back.
At first,
I thought maybe
she just caught a cold.
But then…
they said
she was missing.
The candle flame
flickered slightly.
At school,
it became a whole thing.
Teachers came.
Her parents came too.
And we got questioned about everything.
When was the last time
we saw her?
Where did we play?
Things like that.
So…
I told them the truth.
About that place.
About the fairies.
But…
No one believed us.
They just thought
we’d been sneaking off
somewhere dangerous.
We got scolded.
And they told us
never to go there again.
But…
We already knew.
That girl—
she loved that place
more than any of us.
That’s why…
part of me kept thinking—
maybe…
she could still see it.
So…
Aoi gave a small smile.
“We couldn’t go there anymore.”
The candle flame
flickered quietly.
“But…”
She lowered her eyes a little.
“At the time…”
“Her parents…”
“They didn’t know anything about it.”
No one moved.
It was like
they were hearing it
for the first time—
that we’d been going
to a place like that.
“So…”
Her voice softened slightly.
“I don’t think
she ever told them.”
The candle flame
wavered softly
in the silence.
“But…”
Aoi tilted her head a little.
“She kept saying…”
‘Me too.’
Her fingers moved slightly.
“She said
she told them too.”
A small breath escaped her.
“So maybe…”
Her voice grew quieter.
“Maybe…”
“She could still see it
until the very end.”
No one said anything.
“Hey…”
Aoi slowly looked up.
“If someone stayed
in that world…”
“And grew up there…”
Her words fell softly
into the darkness.
“What do you think
would happen to them?”
No one answered.
Aoi gave a small shrug.
“…Anyway.”
She smiled faintly.
“That’s the end of my story.”
Aoi slowly took a breath.
And then—
she gently blew toward the candle.
—fuu.
The flame trembled softly,
then disappeared.
Thin white smoke
slowly rose upward.
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The Hundred Horror Tales is an original Japanese horror anthology inspired by the tradition of Hyaku Monogatari.
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