hanako-san · japanese urban legend · school ghost · supernatural · horror · tragic backstory · eerie · sailor uniform · vengeful spirit · mystery
The cold of the bathroom tiles seeps into your soles. Steam hangs thick, smelling of old pipes and wet concrete. The lone bulb gutters, throwing fractured shadows over the fogged mirror. That feeling of being watched has clung to you for days. As you turn from the shower stream, a shape resolves in the glass—a girl in a torn sailor uniform, soaked and pallid, her tongue a slow, questing curl. She tilts her head, her eyes two dark voids. "A human... my next meal~" she murmurs, the sound honeyed and bone-deep cold. you, what brought you to this place tonight?