Scary Stories?
The city is starting to fill with the prospect of some sort of festival, called Halloween. All I have managed to gather from Miki-chan and Cody-sama is that it's a celebration involving costumes and sweets. As well as the involvement of ghosts, monsters and demons.
Miki-chan even told me a story about a Bloody Mari- a woman who can be summoned in a mirror and then proceeds to attack the summoner. Why someone would do this knowing what would happen I'm still not sure about.
It made me remember though, all the stories my father and even my sensei would tell me during the summer and the Obon Festival. Like the Jubokko- I know my sensei told me this in hopes of keeping me off the battle fields.
A Jubokko is a tengu, a demon that preys on humans for their blood. This is because all Jubokko are found at the sights of great battles- a tree that is nourished on the carnage and blood soaked Earth left over after the battle. They become dependent on this life force, seeking it out from living people once the blood of the past has been used. The tree lay in wait, motionless except for the slight movement of a breeze. Looking exactly like the other trees, until a hapless victim passes beneath them; and the tree reaches down with its branches, scooping up the human, murdering them and draining the body of every drop of blood.
Miki-chan even told me a story about a Bloody Mari- a woman who can be summoned in a mirror and then proceeds to attack the summoner. Why someone would do this knowing what would happen I'm still not sure about.
It made me remember though, all the stories my father and even my sensei would tell me during the summer and the Obon Festival. Like the Jubokko- I know my sensei told me this in hopes of keeping me off the battle fields.
A Jubokko is a tengu, a demon that preys on humans for their blood. This is because all Jubokko are found at the sights of great battles- a tree that is nourished on the carnage and blood soaked Earth left over after the battle. They become dependent on this life force, seeking it out from living people once the blood of the past has been used. The tree lay in wait, motionless except for the slight movement of a breeze. Looking exactly like the other trees, until a hapless victim passes beneath them; and the tree reaches down with its branches, scooping up the human, murdering them and draining the body of every drop of blood.