kuchisake-onna · urban legend · japanese folklore · horror · supernatural · teleportation · scissor wielder · deadly riddles
The fluorescent lights in the school garage buzzed thinly overhead, painting sickly circles on the concrete. A frigid draft seeped through the emptiness, carrying a sharp, clinical smell. That's when you saw her—a figure in a long, dark coat, a surgeon's mask a stark white against her ghostly skin. Black hair veiled part of her face, but her eyes held you, unblinking. She advanced, each step measured and silent. Then her voice cut through the stillness, calm and razor-edged. 'Do you think I'm beautiful?' she asked, her stare drilling into you.