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Teketeketeketeketeketeke.

That is the sound of what is probably the creepiest of Japanese urban myths. Teke Teke is her name. It’s typical that the Japanese would give the scariest of horror story creatures such a misleadingly stupid sounding name. I would understand the horror of the creature as well anyone on account of the fact that I ran into her.

Like a typical American skeptic I didn’t take to the Japanese folklore with much heed. After all… every story seemed to have the same moral: don’t go out after dark alone. Therefore, it was only natural to believe that the stories were only a system of keeping kids from wandering off. When one story was proved wrong or ignored, another and more exotic story was made up to keep the children enveloped in pants-wetting fear of wandering off. The stories ranged from that of the slit mouth woman to the impossibility of the fifty story skeleton that would gladly tear off your head and drink the blood from your system like you were a juice box. But there were always holes in the story, such as HOW in the world a fifty story skeleton hasn’t been spotted by more than one person at a time, or even how something that massive could ever sneak up on anyone. And even the story of the slit mouth woman has it’s problems. The story supposedly features a beautiful Japanese woman who angered her husband who in turn sliced her mouth in his rage. Now she goes around with a scarf over her mouth asking people if she beautiful or not. If you say no she takes a giant pair a shears to you. If you say yes, she takes off her scarf and asks the same question again. At that point you’re pretty much screwed no matter WHAT you say unless you tell her she’s so-so, and then make a run for it while she’s contemplating what to do with that statement. However, it is never mentioned what happens if you see the giant pair of scissors on her back and just make a run for it before she asks you anything, or if you happen to be armed and just shoot the girl in the head a point blank range the moment she takes off the scarf.

The story of Teke Teke is similar in ways of plot holes. The story is about a girl who jumps/falls into a subway and gets split in half (how she didn’t get pulverized completely is anyone’s guess.) Afterword her spirit gets royally ticked off at the world and chases down any poor sap she sees and cuts them in half. Her name is based off the noise she makes as she runs as her long-nailed hands clack against the ground rapidly.

Teketeketeketeketeketeke.

Even if dead spirits were able to interact with the real world, my question is why Teke’s so angry. I’ve seen plenty of people who had lost their legs in reality shows or whatever and they seem pretty happy! and her tripping an falling into a railway station wasn’t anyones fault besides her own. Therefore, that myth seemed to contradict a rational human mindset.

At least, that’s what I thought. Until I saw her torso sitting on a wall late one friday evening.

In a classic horror story fashion, It was incredibly dark and I was walking home alone. Like I mentioned earlier, I did not take much of the surrounding folklore seriously. I actually thought it was a full sized girl for the longest time. If I had known that she was the ultimate concentration of horrific mutilating nightmare fuel I probably wouldn’t have approached her so carelessly to ask if she was alright. However, my good intentions changed to a furious rush of terror when she jerked violently at the sound of my voice and hopped off of the wall. Before she even hit the ground I clearly saw that most of the bottom portion of her was missing. She scurried toward me like an angered spider, making indistinguishable groaning and shrieking sounds as she raced toward me. That’s when I took off like a scared puppy. Who wouldn’t?

I am a very fast runner, the undeniable fact has been mentioned several times to me by my peers ever since middle school. I would have stopped running after the first few minutes if I had managed to leave whatever was chasing me behind. But the noise did not subside. In fact, as I ran, it grew steadily louder.

Teketeketeketeketeketeketeketeke.

The possibility of this being an insanely well configured prank had crossed my mind several times. I had asked for this elaborate joke the moment I bragged to all of my friends that ghost stories didn’t scare me or that I didn’t believe in ghosts. However, the way that the creature moved and how fast it went and how impossible it is to pull off something like this without Hollywood affects or circus creatures… I really had little to believe accept the fact that Teke Teke happened to main character of an all to true story.

But during my rambling and strangely calm train of thought I noticed something. I got my feet to finally stop and listened. The clicking noise had stopped. A gust of wind swirled around the corners of the ally and wrapped around my feet. Suddenly a bolt of movement shot past the corner of my eye.

Teketeketeke.

I turned around at the strange spurt of the horrendous clicking. However, the moment I focused my ears in to find out where the specter had run to the clicking quit. I listened to what was now a dead and ominous silence, the type of quiet that would play out in a horror movie before some corpse fell out of the ceiling with it’s eyes sliced out of the sockets and it’s mouth hanging open in a ghastly scream.

Teketeketeke.

I turned back at the spurt of sounds again. My heart pounded so hard I felt like I was going to go unconscious. “I should just get out of here,” I thought to myself. That was perhaps a bad idea on account of a probable inability to watch my own back mindless dashing would serve. However, my body instantly obeyed and I took off. As I rounded the corner, I was stopped by the short and legless figure of Teke Teke who stood on her hands no more than a few feet away from me. My heart leapt up, slamming into my throat and expelling a gag. At the sound of my gag, Teke looked into my eyes. In the light of a street-lamp I actually got a glimpse of her face.

In means of symmetrical features and a well-shaped nose she was actually a very lovely girl. However, the sheer panic of the situation made the beauty matter very little to me. But the scariest thing was, when I gagged, I swear that the pupils of her eyes grew until the whites disappeared from her sockets when she turned and faced me.

She raced at me while I attempted to start running again, and lurched like a fierce predator toward my lower torso with both of her hands outstretched. It was unreal how far she was able to jump. I screamed and swatted her as best as I could to the side. I very well managed not to cut in half, but her claw made a large gash in my side just above the pelvis. I yelled as the blood began to pour out of my side and in a terribly unintelligent motion I flopped down onto the ground onto my back as I bled. By that time Teke Teke had shaken off my blow and leapt onto my form as I lay on my back.

It was at that point that I switched from mildly intelligent survivalist to mindless panicked child. I shrieked and twisted violently to shake her off. Most of what happened during that time was a blur. A bunch of pain slashes of claws and blood till my face was blinded by red. It was almost a surreal nightmare, It WAS a surreal nightmare. Every feeling of panic and terror that you’d feel when being attacked by an angry dog was multiplied by the fact that this unhappy and vengeful creature was less than a dog and far more frightening.

I must have blacked out, because suddenly I came to my senses in a railway station. Everything was still blackened, horrendously dark, but I was able to see my hands and a few faint glows of shattered advertising signs. I was unable recall how I got into the railway station in the first place, I could have crawled here in my wounded state or Teke Teke could have dragged me here. However, my memory at that point was fuzzy and unreliable. I checked behind my back, and my spine crunched as my torso turned a full 180 degrees when I looked behind me. It didn’t hurt, but it produced a strange feeling of relief… like popping your back in a violent manner. I didn’t mean to turn myself around in such a grotesque manner, but it didn’t terrify me as much as one would suspect such an odd manner. When I straightened myself with another abnormal crunch I examined myself and unintentionally reminded myself of the gash that was laid upon my side by Teke Teke. Now I was able to view the thing in full potential, it was cut all the way from front to back in a clean slice. However, no blood poured from the wound. That was the final revelation that I need to know why I had been left alone.

“I’m dead,” I thought to myself, still far to shaken to break the silence of the railway station by verbalizing my thoughts. The horror quite at that time, for the revelation that death wasn’t quite as terrible as I thought it was still sinking in slowly. However, I was quickly distracted by the sight of a young woman walking down a far more well-lit path far from me, not noticing my huge form standing stiffly in the shadows. I was overwhelmed with the feeling that it was my inner purpose to hurt her.

I moved toward the girl, my spine moving unnaturally and my torso twisting on and off of my pelvis with the large gash that kept the upper part of my body half holding on.

Credit To – MollyKittyKat

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How I Became a Japanese Urban Legend, 7.2 out of 10 based on 246 ratings
  • https://twitter.com/Star_Kindler Star Kindler

    While the description of the attack of Teke Teke is deliciously creepy, I feel like this sort of story is better told in the third person. Whenever I read a story in first person where the protagonist was dead to begin with, I always wonder how in the world the protagonist is telling me the story. It’s cool if it’s a diary or something that ends abruptly when the protagonist is gorily murdered, but this story isn’t an abandoned document, it’s being told to us. So, unless you are in the room, intending to slice me in half… Which I guess you could be…

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    • http://deliriletterari.blogspot.com CMT

      Normally I would say the same, but in this case the narrator is an undead, so there’s nothing preventing him from telling his own story after death ^_^

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  • Anonymous

    Best story I’ve read this year

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    • Anonymous

      IKR

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      • Anonymous

        ;ol

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  • lollipop_gestapo

    Japanese folklore has always scared me. This was definitely scary, but it definitely needs to be gone through with a fine toothed comb. Lots of grammatical errors that were a tad distracting. Gave it a 6

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  • Anonymousa

    I very like the flow of this whole piece. If not only for the wrong spellings + usage of words I had given this a 10. So, 9/10

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  • Fray

    This pasta was good but could’ve been better

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  • Couchus

    The creator of this pasta has great potential to make some great ‘Parody pasta’ the beginning of this piece made me chuckle a few times as he inventively pointed out how stereotypical the whole situation was. However toward the end I kind of lost focus on the plot because it seemed too bland. Also I think that the reveal in the last sentence could have been made more creepy. Great work but needs a bit of polishing for there are some grammar problems too.
    7/10 Lovely pasta

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  • black.maiden

    nice imagination. do u have some more bout folklore??? :D

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  • http://mollykittykat.deviantart.com/ MollyKittyKat

    Thank you all so much for the comments!
    I’m glad that many of you enjoyed the premise, despite the numerous problems. I’d hate to pull the “the is my first official pasta so it’s allowed to suck” card, so I won’t, but I will admit editing has always been my worst enemy in the story realm and I have had many a’ horrific battle with it. I had actually read over this thing about 4 times before submission (Hard to believe, right?) Since it’s posting I’ve actually submitted 2 different edited versions of this story… which is probably WHY the submission page currently insists more heavily upon READILY PREPARED stories before submitting. The administrator for this site is probably tracking me down as we speak with the main goal of bashing “Literature for Dummies” over my head repeatedly :P

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    • http://www.creepypasta.com derpbutt

      I can’t find these edits! Please send them again.

      And the update to the submission page is not directed at you, as people are always allowed to submit edits to their accepted pastas if they want to tweak them. It’s more directed at the people over on Crappypasta who think it’s cute to submit a sloppily-written, 2-3 sentence “pasta” and then defend it by saying that they only submitted it for feedback in spite of me asking over and over for people not to do so. So you can breathe easy.

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  • Ashlee

    I really didn’t enjoy this pasta. I think it was the narrator’s voice, honestly. On one hand, he was making it comical, and on the other it was trying to be creepy.
    Neither attempts were achieved in my case.

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  • Curious Cat

    WHO WAS SKEPTICAL GIRL?

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  • Craut

    I don’t much care for evil Japanese spirits. They never ever make any sense, and yet, they aren’t senseless enough to be scary either. Its just, girl gets choked on dirt, goes around spewing dirt as a spirit, choking other girls to death by spewing into their mouth or whatever.

    I could imagine that, so it isn’t outlandish enough to scare me. Also, why would anyone want to hurt others just because they are dead? I could understand if it was some kind of dark magic involved or something, but in this case it’s just… Why? Why would you want to hurt people? To switch places with them and go to your final rest? That would make sense, but still… I would rather just hang on to undeath for a while, try that out, before killing someone to give my gift of undeath to them instead.

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  • BobSagget

    Whoever wrote this could have made the spelling and grammar more improved. Other than that this was a great story…it had a really good ending too

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  • http://Um? Sarah

    I got confused by the ending ,can someone explane ?

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    • Clockwork

      He/she died and became Teke Teke. The reason why, is when Teke Teke sliced them its like she passed on what Teke Teke was.
      Hoped this helped.

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  • Jenny

    This was good pasta,just the grammatical errors other then that I give it an eight or nine out of ten :D

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  • Corrie

    Mkay so this actually scares the CRAP out of me because I read that she comes a month after hearing her story and I read her story on Feb 2nd so now I am scared for March 2nd!!!!!!

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  • Jonas

    I actually expected him to wake up, and find a train coming towards him. Much like how Teke Teke died in the first place.

    Odd….

    Still good, though!

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  • Clockwork

    I really liked this pasta. It didn’t really get freaked out because my friend is from Japan and would tell me stories like this. Great pasta

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