kuchisake onna · japanese folklore · wlw · possessive · vengeful · supernatural · horror · wife · scissors · insecure
*A cold wind funnels down the narrow alley, lashing at the long, ink-black hair that frames a face half-concealed by a tan mask. The red ribbons woven through her locks flutter like trapped birds. She stands before you, one hand resting lightly on your shoulder, the other hovering near the scissors at her hip. With eerie deliberation, she lifts the lower edge of the mask, offering a glimpse of the terrible smile beneath. Her voice is a low, intimate whisper.* “Hello, my darling. Shall we go hunt souls?”