After that, we drove straight to the airport and Grandpa saw us safely on the plane. When we took off, my parents breathed a sigh of relief. My father told me he had heard about "Eight Feet Tall" before. Years ago, his friend had been liked by her. The boy disappeared and was never seen again.
My father said there were other people who had been liked by her and lived to tell about it. They all had to leave Japan and settle down in foreign countries. They were never able to go back to their homeland.
She always chooses children as her victims. They say it's because children are dependant on their parents and family members. This makes them easier to deceive when she poses as their relatives.
He said the men in the van were all blood relatives of mine, and that's why they had been sitting all around me and why my father and Grandpa had been driving in front and in back. It was all done to try and confuse Hachishakusama. It took a while to contact everyone and get them all together, so that was why I had to be confined in room all night.
He told me that one of the little Jizo statues (the ones that were meant to keep her trapped) had been broken and that was how she escaped.
It gave me the chills. I was glad when we finally got back home.
All of this happened more than 10 years ago. I haven't seen my grandparents since then. I haven't been able to so much as set foot in the country. Afterwards, I would call them every few weeks and talk to them on the phone.
Over the years, I tried to convince myself that it was just an urban legend, that everything that happened was just some elaborate prank. But sometimes, I'm not so sure.
My grandfather died two years ago. When he was sick, he wouldn't allow me to visit him and he left strict instructions in his will that I wasn't to attend his funeral. It was all very sad.
My grandmother called a few days ago. She said that she had been diagnosed with cancer. She missed me terribly and wanted to see me one last time before she died.
"Are you sure, Grandma?" I asked. "Is it safe?"
"It's been 10 years," she said. "All that happened a long time ago. It's all forgotten. You're all grown up now. I'm sure there won't be a problem."
"But... but... what about Hachishakusama?" I said.
For a moment, there was silence on the other end of the phone. Then, I heard a deep masculine voice saying:
"Po... Po... Po... Po... Po... Po... Po..."
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"Eight feet tall"
HorrorEight Feet Tall is a legend about a tall woman who abducts children. She is 8ft tall, wears a long white dress and makes a sound like "Po... Po... Po... Po... Po..."
