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Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)
Cryptic Story
I live in a 2-Dimensional space.

I'm having a great time here.

The author is going to write a happy ending for me, so I have no qualms and am loving my story so far.

After enduring great pains, I've found good friends. I've found people who really love me...

I realize something.

That's it!!

Hey, stop writing it!

I don't care for happy-ending!

NO.

However, my decry was in vain. The author ended up giving me a happy ending.

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Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)Short Story
I have a special skill of foresight. This skill, however, is not as good as it sounds. If anything, I consider it more of a curse than a skill.

Imagine enjoying a peaceful day and suddenly you get a horrible premonition of the demise of your loved one. Sounds more like a curse than a blessing!

The premonition of my mother's death precluded me from shedding tears when it actually happened.
When my friend passed away in an accident, I could cry as I already knew about it due to this curse.

Today, at school, it was announced that we are going to Hawaii for the school trip.

We reach the airport. The roll-call starts. Suddenly, I start seeing images in my head. It's the premonition. It is the premonition of a bomb going off in the airplane we are about to board. It all feels like a movie. I can even feel the blast on my body.

I hear faint voices in the background. I snap out of my premonition. The roll-calls are going on.

Thank god. We still haven't boarded. I need to alert the teachers. But are they going to believe me?
What should I do?

The roll-calls come to an end. The teachers start giving boarding direction to the students.

Me: "Sensei, can't we change the boarding time?"

They paid no heed to me.

This is bad. Need to do something. At this rate, they are going to board the plane. What should I do?

I make something up. I lie to the teachers about my father collapsing.

"It's an emergency! I need to go to my father. He's in trouble!"

The teachers allow me to stay behind.

All, except me, board the plane. They wave their hands at me to say goodbye.

"Goodbye everyone..."
I know what will happen to the plane.

The plane accelerates and takes off.

"Farewell..."

...
...

"Dad, I saw the news on TV. There was a terrorist bomb attack in the airport. Is big-brother going to be okay?"
"Don't worry! The attack happened after the plane's take off. Your brother must be safe on the plane. Look forward to the souvenirs."
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 Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠) Short Story

You guys remember the Tokyo-earthquake that happened some time ago? This incident took place at the same time.

It was the midnight hour, and, I, like any sane person, was sleeping soundly on my bed. Unfortunately, my sleep was soon taken away from me by the telephone's frantic ringing.

*Brrrringgg*
*Brrrringgg*
*Brrrringgg*
*Brrrringgg*

Who the hell is calling me at this hour? I hope it's not the news of some relative's death. Maybe, it's a call from some sales-company trying to scam people off at the late hour.

Anyway, I need to pick it up.

"Hello...?"

"Ah--Did I wake you up? I did!"

That was the voice of my friend who lived nearby.

"Don't 'Wake you up' me, you idiot-kun! What do you need at this hour?" the annoyance was audible in my tone.

At the very moment, the ground started shaking side-ways violently--the sign of an imminent earthquake.

"What the...? Earthquake...Is your run-down shabby house gonna be okay? Lol" I jested.

However, there was no reply from his side. Maybe, he just hung up.

I retreated back to my room to sleep once again. I opened the door to my bedroom.

The scene that I witnessed in that room was not something I was expecting. A few magazine and two dumbbells had fallen from the book-shelf right onto my bed. Had I been sleeping on the bed, I would have been squashed by those things.

I put those things aside and went to sleep.

The next day, I went to my friend's house to apologize to him. The friend, however, had no recollection of ever calling me yesterday's night.

Strange, isn't it.
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Cryptic Story I was chit-chatting with my friend while having the lunch.

Friend: "Do you know about a game where you get paid money if  you escape from the killer?"

I: "Huh? You can't be serious. (lol)"

Friend: "It's very real. In fact, I did participate in a game."

I thought he was jesting, but his face looked serious.

I: "Heh? If you really did participate, then what was the end result?"

Friend: "Me? There were 3 people."
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Cryptic Story
The day he was born into that world...

On that day, I gifted him flowers.

Would he be happy?

He smiled and hugged me.

I was born a day after his birthday.
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This crytic is kinda like the good-old cryptics.
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Cryptic Story
A girl called Madoka-chan lived in a certain village. She had a stalker called Kyubey, who would pressurize her to establish a contract with him.

She was so much scared of this stalker that she started seeing him in her dreams. At this point, Madoka-chan couldn't bear it anymore. She shouted, "Drop dead!"

The very next day, a dismembered body of Kyubey was discovered in the outskirts of the village.

Madoka-chan thought that this was her deed, and she could kill anyone in her dreams. She told the villagers that she can use magic to kill anyone in her dreams.

"Mami-chan, you have appeared in my dreams. You will die."
Next day, a headless body of Mami-chan was found.

"Sayaka-chan, you too, will die."
Next day, Sayaka-chan fell off the bridge.

"Anko-chan, you too, will die."
Anko-chan died in an explosion the next day.

"Papa, you too, will die."
Next day, papa hanged himself.

"Homura-chan, you too, will die."
However, Homura-chan didn't die.
Even after a few days, she didn't die.

Madoka-chan couldn't obliterate people in her dreams after that. Villagers thought Madoka was a swindler, so they banished her from the village.

"This is strange!!" Madoka murmured.

Madoka-chan had lost her magical ability.
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 Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)


Cryptic Story My name is Yumi.

I have the power to see the future.

I see my test paper before the exam, so I easily score 100 on all tests.

Oh, there's a problem!

When I used my power in my house, I saw a burglar with a knife.

Fufufufu~

I'm not scared! I'll use my power to find a suitable hiding spot.

Eh?!

...That's strange. Why is everything so dark?

...I see. I must have hidden in the basement.

That's a child's play.

I feel safe now.

Next day, Yumi-chan was found dead.
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Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠) Ghost Story This incident took place when I was still in the middle-school. It was during the school-excursion I met a young lady who was our advisor for the trip. I should tell you that I've always been an occult fanatic, so this time too I, after having some immaterial conversation with her, ended up steering the conversation into the domain of occult.

"Sensei, have you ever experienced something unearthly?"

Judging by her expression, she seemed like she was one of those "psychics*".
She collected her thoughts for some time and began articulating her thoughts.

Six-years ago, Sensei started noticing strange things in her house. Though, she didn't pay much heed to the spirit in the beginning. Rather than being scared of it, she was indifferent to the spirit's existence. 

The spirit was a middle-school girl. Sometimes, she would be seen standing in the corridor, other times she was sitting on the stairs and looking down at the Sensei.

Needless to say, Sensei got a little scared after seeing her so many times. When she couldn't bear it anymore, she decided to ask her mother about it. The mother, though initially ambivalent, decided to tell Sensei the truth.

"The guy who planned this building had a daughter, who'd often come to see her dad working during the construction of this building. Unfortunately, a construction-accident killed her while she was near the staircase."

Many times we contemplated contacting the planner-guy to ask about this, but we never got a hold of him.

When she was finished with her story, I felt nothing but empty feeling in my heart. It was not because I was scared but because of a certain thought. The thought that the girl Sensei was talking about could be my very own sister who died 6-years ago in the same way. The planner-guy they couldn't contact was most probably my own father who committed suicide 5-years ago.

Probably, the thing that astounded me the most was that my sister hadn't still entered nirvana**.

I explained it all to my Sensei and asked if I could go and meet my sister.

The next day, I reached the Sensei's house. Sensei took me to the place where the ghost was frequently seen. The room didn't have much light and was already dimly lit like twilight.

"My sister has been living all alone in such a place for so long! I feel disgusted with myself." Such thoughts echoed in my brain.

Sensei left the place to give me some alone time.

Despite the intense emotions that had rendered me speechless, I collected my thoughts and began speaking.

"Sorry for making you live in this place all alone for such a long time."
"Sorry for not noticing your pain."
"I've come for you now. Let's return home together."

Tears started dripping down my eyes in the midst of my monologue.

What must be my sister thinking of me? I made such a kind sister suffer for so long in solitude.

A few moments later, I felt a someone's pat on my shoulder.

I turned around.

A completely unknown girl was standing there---her face eliciting nothing but dread.
A wicked smile appeared on her face as she whispered.

"You'll take me with you?"
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*Psychics: Here psychics means someone who can see ghosts.
**Nirvana: Going to heaven.
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Alright! How you doing guys? Sorry, for the delay in post. I was contemplating posting new cryptics but never got the time. Hopefully, I'll be regular from now on.
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Cryptic Story
I love taking a stroll at night.

Today too I'm enjoying my late-night walk.

The street is engulfed by darkness, making it impossible to see the surroundings. However, I'm not worried as I have gotten used to this road.

I look up. I see a woman peeking at me from the window. I cannot make out her face due to the back-light of the room.

I waved my hand at her. She waved back.

I got a little excited and started walking quickly.

When I reached near her house, I looked up at her window one more time.

She was no longer there. I walked away disappointedly.

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Cryptic Story
I've been experiencing odd things in my house lately.
Whenever I return to my house, I feel like the things have moved from their original position.

When I consulted my friend about it, he told me it was most probably my imagination.

I've installed a few security cameras in my house just to be sure.
I regularly check the footage to see if something is really wrong. Honestly, I haven't seen anything odd in the footage.

But I can't be at ease just because of that. I need to check each and every hiding spot in the house.

I check the closet.
...No one's here.

I check drawers, bathroom, bathtub.
...No one's here.

I check the mirror.
...Still, can't see anyone.

I then decided to check the attic.
...Still no one.

After all, it was just my imagination...It sucks I spent so much money on security cameras.

I lived in the house for few more years but nothing really happened.
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