Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle

It was a very ordinary detached house.

The exterior walls are grayish-white, the eaves are low, and the alleyway outside the house is deserted, quiet and still.

It exudes a chilling and terrifying atmosphere.

Looking out from the gate outside the courtyard, you can see the windows on the second floor are wide open. The midday sun shines through, but it can't penetrate that small area inside the window; it's dark and indistinct.

Jiuzhiche pushed open the gate, which made a creaking, old, rusty sound. The sound was slow and long, as if it were being dragged by something, and it sounded jarring.

Horror atmosphere +1.

"Is this my nightmare?"

Tomie's curse wouldn't last long against Changmeng, and Jiuzhi Che was prepared for that, but he really didn't expect to dream about this house.

This is the house from Ju-on!

No one who enters the house will live!

Yes, it's that second-floor window; sometimes Kayako pops out and scares people.

Next to the house is the body of Koma, a black cat that was cruelly murdered by Saeki. It was Saeki Toshio's pet cat.

Inside the house are Toshio, who appears anytime and anywhere and likes to meow like a cat; Kayako, who enjoys crawling on the floor and mopping it; and the occasionally appearing, volatile, and deranged killer, Takeo Saeki...

Jiuzhiche used to love watching it; he was both afraid of it and liked it.

Especially when watching it under the covers with the lights off, the immersion is even greater.

Although I slept with the lights on for a whole week afterward.

However, the dopamine released by the brain after being frightened at that time can produce a stimulating, exciting, and satisfying feeling.

Looking back, those were truly happy times.

Jiuzhiche's gaze fell on the front door of the house. The door was open, with a crack, as if it was waiting for its prey to come to it.

When you finally get to see the true face of the ancient "gods," there are only three words to describe it: No way!

Before stepping inside, Jiu Zhiche prepared to leave, only to find that the alleys and streets that were once faintly visible had all turned into black, empty scenes, as if this part had been erased.

Ok? ? ?

I've heard that the dream structures in long dreams are usually very stable and that such a situation shouldn't occur. How come his is so unique and bizarre? Are you forcing him to go in?

Go if you want, it's just a dream anyway!

Without further hesitation, Jiu Zhiche stepped over the fence and pushed the door open.

"Bang!"

The door closed.

Jiu Zhiche glanced at him. Just now, he hadn't closed the door. Good, he closed the door and killed him as soon as he arrived.

The room's layout was extremely similar to the original novel that Jiu Zhiche had read. The first floor was a large living room with several sofas. Various pieces of paper, water bottles, cans, lunch boxes, and other trash were scattered on the floor. Patches of dried black matter were very noticeable on the carpet. The items on the table were also messy, and a faint musty smell wafted through the air.

It really feels like a very real sensory experience!

Facing the entrance is the staircase leading to the second floor, but no one with long, straight black hair has climbed down yet.

Jiuzhiche didn't know what to do. Should he wait for Ju-on to come out and kill him?

He tried, but he couldn't sense his own "purifying" and "strengthening" power in his dreams. Only his eyes, and everything he could see, still conveyed an ominous feeling to him.

It's also possible that these things are inherently ominous.

Jiuzhiche entered the living room and immediately noticed the photo on the floor.

The man in the photo is him, the woman's face has been cut out, and the child is unrecognizable, but looks a bit like the child actor from the original story.

Wow, you can get really immersed in a dream like that.

When Jiuzhi Che saw the nameplate outside that read "Jiuzhi", he had a premonition. Sure enough, he had now become the manic, incompetent, and furious husband he used to be.

"Ta-da!"

I heard the sound of footsteps running past behind me.

In the empty house, it couldn't be more noticeable.

Jiuzhiche turned around, but there was no one there.

"Bang!"

The sound of something falling to the ground came from the second floor.

Jiuzhiche had no interest in the second floor and ignored it.

But he went to the doorway, wanting to take a look at what was happening outside.

Just as he touched the doorknob, a loud meow exploded from beside him, and Jiuzhiche instinctively slapped it.

"Smack!!!"

It hit a face, and the cat's meowing stopped abruptly.

Jiuzhiche saw a child who was as pale as a corpse, with a slightly torn face and small, dark eyes. He looked like a naughty kid who deserved to be slapped.

"Look, look! Don't you know Dad's back? Go get some water!"

Jiuzhiche slapped Junxiong again, this time on the other side of his face.

He was stunned, and so was Jiu Zhiche.

I wasn't mistaken about that second slap; it had a purifying power!

Junxiong's face was frozen in place, every part of him motionless, giving him an indescribably eerie appearance. He stared at Jiuzhiche, his mouth opening to an unusually wide arc, his head tilting back, and a sound escaping from deep within his throat—

"Meow—~"

Sometimes it is normal, sometimes it is drawn out, dry and sharp, with a harsh tone.

An invisible mental interference attacked Jiu Zhiche, making his brain feel as if a heavy weight had been placed inside, as if he were about to fall headfirst to the ground.

"Clap clap clap clap!!!"

Jiuzhiche mustered his strength and slapped Junxiong repeatedly, causing Junxiong's figure to seem to fade slightly.

"If you don't discipline someone for a day, they'll climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles. How dare they yell at your father like that? Try yelling at him again!"

My head feels much better. Jiu Zhiche's attitude is extremely rude, completely disregarding the other person's status, and he takes the "I'm your father" aura to the extreme.

At worst, you'll just die, and you'll experience a kind of death that you can't experience in real life.

Junxiong covered his face in a daze, then turned around and ran into the kitchen.

That's a good-natured son of his, at least he knows what's good for him.

kitchen.

Toshio is getting tap water.

"Cluck-cluck-cluck"

A sound similar to bubbles bursting, slow, viscous, and accompanied by an intense sense of oppression and suffocation.

A figure with long hair and a white dress appeared in the kitchen at some unknown time.

Those were eyes filled with hatred, and they were "looking" at Junxiong like that.

Jiuzhi Che is testing his ability. If he really wants to use it for purification, he can!

The so-called "power of thought" is quite good; at least in the nightmare, he won't be the one who gets completely tortured to death.

"Giggle giggle—"

It wasn't a woman's laughter, but a suppressed sound of breath rubbing against the throat. Jiu Zhiche knew it well; he and the owner of the voice were actually friends.

Then, back on the second floor, came the sound of crawling, "tap, tap".

The rustling sound of the plastic bag against the body created an extremely unpleasant noise.

Jiuzhiche could imagine that there was a "Kayako" on the second floor, climbing towards him step by step.

He looked at his palms. Maybe he could give Kayako a good beating before he died. Even though it was just a dream, how many people could actually slap Kayako?

"Clang!"

The sound of shattering glass came from the kitchen.

Junxiong's little feet thrashed in the air, and his neck was wrapped with coils of hair. With a slight tightening, "snap," Junxiong's head fell off.

His body vanished with a bang.

The second floor.

As Kayako was climbing downstairs, another figure suddenly appeared. Long, jet-black hair abruptly lengthened, enveloping Kayako's body. Kayako tried to resist, tearing open a gap in the hair, but then more hair flooded the gap...

Jiuzhi Che waited for a while, but neither Kayako came down nor Junxiong came out of the kitchen. He was a little puzzled. Were they not going to do anything?

Just then, the photo in the living room was blown over by an unknown gust of wind and landed in front of Jiu Zhiche.