Hell Theater
Srekks

Translator: Okaruto

Creppypasta Japanese tells the story of two children who run away from home and spend the night in an old cottage. There they had a terrible experience that they could never forget.

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I was in 5th grade when this story happened. I was very naughty at the time and my best friend, Kiyoshi, was no better than me. We are always involved in problems due to the mess we often do.

One day in mid-summer, Kiyoshi really angered his parents until they had a big fight. Kiyoshi, who was in a state of hot head, decided to run away from home. He invited me to participate. I craved adventure and the offer was too tempting to miss.

We pack our school bags with the stuff that a V Elementary grade kid needs when running away from home: juice, snacks, and comics. After we had dinner at our respective homes, we slipped away and met in the park. It was about 8pm, and hey, we were kids!

“What will we do now?”

We talked and there was not much we could do. We finally decided to hide in a small cottage in the middle of the field. We live in a village in the Nagano region and once you leave our little village, you will be surrounded only by endless fields and rice fields. In each field, there is usually a small cottage where the farmers will store all the equipment. We know of a hut that seems abandoned and not very noticed by people. We finally chose that place to be our base camp.

We then logged into the cottage and looked around what “treasure” was stored there. There was a manual tractor (actually no matter what it was) and a haystack that seemed perfect to be our bed tonight. We turned on our flashlight while enjoying the snacks we brought and occasionally exchanged the manga we read. We felt satisfied, we finally managed to taste what freedom was like.

How long we've been inside, I don't know for sure. But sometime in the middle of the night, we heard a strange sound, coming from outside. Kiyoshi and I almost jumped in shock and immediately turned off our flashlight. Is that one of our parents? Or is it the owner of this cottage? You hid behind a haystack and let down the sound of our breathing so that no one could hear us.

“Sreeek ... sreeeeek ...”

We heard a strange sound. That voice sounded like something being dragged over a gravel path.

“Sreeeeek ... sreeeeeeek ..”

Whatever it was, he was walking around the cottage.

“What is it?” I whispered in the lowest possible voice.

“I think we should check it out?” asked Kiyoshi, who was somehow, braver than I was back then. He slowly got up and leaned closer to the window. I who was behind him saw Kiyoshi jump in fright as he looked up from the window. I looked out out of curiosity.

There was an old woman outside.

The woman's back was bent and she was very thin, so it looked like a bone that was only wrapped in skin. His white hair was very long and looked messy.

“Si ... who is he?” kiyoshi whispered in a soft voice. But I don't know it at all, just like him.

The old woman dragged a sack that seemed to be made of burlap. The sack was covered by a rope that tied the top. That sack is what caused the sound we just heard.

“Sial! Is she the witch of the mountain that the children always feared?”

We trembled and slowly retreated from the window. We almost got to the haystack when Kiyoshi accidentally stepped on a shovel. His metallic clangs hitting the rocky ground instantly resounded across the cottage, much louder than we had imagined.

I looked up at the window and saw the old woman running at high speed towards our cottage.

I immediately pulled Kiyoshi to hide in the hay.

“BANG!”

The door of the hut was pushed open just as we managed to cover our entire body with straw. I covered my mouth with both hands so I wouldn't scream.

“Siapaaaaaa... who is hereiiiiiiiiiii .....” his voice sounded raucous and hoarse. His eyes seemed to be shining as he looked at the entire room. “Aaaaaaaku will not hurt kaliaaaaaaan ... exitlaaaaaaah ...,,”

A hand.

“Log in!” the woman kicked the sack and pushed the hand back into the sack.

Whatever was in that sack, it was still moving.

I thought Kiyoshi and I were really going to die that night.

“Ahaaaaaa .. whataaaa maybe you guys hereiiiiiii?” he picked up a big pitchfork and approached us. Before we could escape, he began to pierce the straw where we were hiding with the pitchfork.

Kiyoshi and I cried in fear and tried to dodge his attack. If only the haystack wasn't wide enough, we would have both been stabbed to death by then. We continued to retreat towards the wooden wall of this hut as the straw in front of us began to split by each puncture. We just hope the pitchfork isn't long enough to stab us.

And just when there's no place for us to back off ....

“Ah, maybe it is nothing ...”

We heard the sound of the pitchforks slamming into the ground. Then the sound of his footsteps immediately echoed within the hut, still followed by the sound of the sack as it was dragged above the ground.

“Sreeeeek ... sreeeeek ...”

The sound was getting away and away.

Even when the cottage was empty and the scary old woman left, we were unable to move in the slightest.

“He's gone, right?” kiyoshi Whisper.

“I think so ...”

But none of us wanted to get out of that haystack. We kept huddling there, thinking about what we were doing next.

Then I began to notice a cold night breeze at my nape. I turned my head and realized there was a 5 cm hole in the wooden wall where we were leaning. It is fitting that we were not at all out of breath in the haystack earlier.

I brought my face closer to the hole to see the situation outside.

“YOU LOOK DELICIOUS TO EAT, SON!” suddenly the woman's voice sounded right in front of me and her skinny hand suddenly grabbed me by the face and started to pull me.

I screamed when it happened. The smell of his skin was very rotten and rancid. Like the smell of blood.

I don't remember anything since that incident. I fainted from fear.

When I came to, we were at the police station. Kiyoshi also fainted back then and thanks to our parents who reported us, finally some policemen found us in the cabin.

They looked very angry, but we were very happy to see their faces. We are grateful that we have finally survived.

We told our parents about what happened. But they insisted it was just a nightmare.

But I know it wasn't a dream.

Because my grandmother's hand is still on my face.

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