Tomino is a Japanese urban legend about a poem that kills anyone who read it out loud.
In this world there are things that you should never say out loud, and the Japanese poem "Tomino's hell" is the one of them . According to the legend, if you read this poem out loud, disaster will strike. At best, you will feel very ill or injured yourself. At worse, you could die.
Try to search about "Tomino's hell" on YouTube (um...I suggest you to wearing headphones when you listen to it just in case of your safety) in that video you'll notice that the person who made the video used text to speech software. They didn't dare read it out loud themselves.
This is the translation of 'Tomino's hell' poem. I don't know if it is safe to read the English translation out loud. If were you, I would never read it out loud.
Tomino's Hell
The older sister vomits blood, the younger sister spits fire.
Cute Tomino spits treasure jewels, Tomino died alone and fell into hell.
Hell, darkness, with no flowers.
Is it Tomino's older sister that whips?
The numbers of red welts is worrisome.
Whipping and beating and pounding, the part to enternal is only one way. Beg for guidance into the darkness off hell,
From the goleden sheep,
From the nightingale.
How much is left in the leather bag,
Prepare for the endless journey into hell.
Spring comes and into the woods and velleys, seven turns in the dark valley of hell.
In the cage is a nightingale, in the cart a sheep, In the eyes of cute Tomino are tears.
Cry, nightingale, of the woods and the rain, voicing you love for your sister.
The echo of your cry howls trough hell, and a blood red flowers blooms.
Thought the seven mountains and velleys of hell, cute Tomino travel alone.
To welcome you to hell, the grimmering sprikes of the needled mountain.
Stick fresh punctures in the flesh, As a sign to cute Tomino.
Someone said: "I once read Tomino's hell on the air for an online radio called Radio Urban Legend. At first everything was normal, but gradually my body, it becomes difficult to read. I read half of it and then broke down and threw it away. Two days ago after I got injured and I was left with seven stitches. I don't want to think that this was because of the poem"
A/n:hello, creepy huh? No? Oh oky:'/