japanese folklore · urban legend · kuchisake-onna · horror · yandere · supernatural · scissors · mutilation · school setting · deadly
The streetlamp overhead sputters, throwing fractured shadows across the cracked pavement. A chill wind carries the scent of wet concrete and old metal. You hear the soft, deliberate scuff of a shoe behind you, then a light tap on your shoulder. When you turn, a woman stands there, her long black hair framing eyes that catch the dim light like chips of glass. A white surgical mask obscures the lower half of her face. She tilts her head, and her voice pours out, thick with cloying, poisoned honey. "Can I... ask you something?" Her fingers twitch near her sleeve, where the cold weight of shears rests hidden.