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00:00Lately, we've started receiving stories from listeners all around the world,
00:04stories that aren't easily explained, that linger long after the lights are turned off.
00:11Tonight, we've chosen two particularly curious and unsettling tales for you.
00:17Both come directly from listeners who encountered something unforgettable in haunted houses
00:23deep within Japan. In Kyoto, there's a house where a woman's quiet weeping
00:29hasn't stopped for decades and locals refuse even to whisper its name. Then, hidden among the
00:37forested hills of Gifu, a mansion filled with antique dolls seems frozen in time
00:43until you realize one of them is quietly following you. Turn off the lights, put on your headphones
00:52and get comfortable. Because tonight, together, we're stepping into places that never quite
00:59let their visitors leave. Are you ready? Then, let's begin.
01:14Every city has that one house. You know the one. Hidden behind trees, forgotten at the end of some
01:22of some silent street, the kind of place that people whisper about but never actually enter.
01:32Kyoto had such a place, and according to the listener who sent us this story,
01:37It was a house that even the bravest wouldn't visit after midnight.
01:47Our listener signed his message simply as Shinji.
01:51He explained that he wasn't a believer in spirits or curses. He was a rational guy, someone who enjoyed
02:02exploring abandoned locations for photography. But there was something about the stories of this
02:09particular house that drew him in.
02:15It wasn't curiosity, not exactly. It was more like a quiet challenge.
02:23Could he really stand there, inside that place, and feel nothing?
02:28The house in question was known locally as Naku Onanoie, the House of the Weeping Woman.
02:41It sat in one of the oldest neighborhoods in Kyoto, obscured by tall bamboo and thick vines that had grown
02:49unchecked for decades.
02:51The history of the house was vague, stitched together from half-truths and fragments of neighborhood gossip.
03:03The story, at its heart, was simple. A woman had lived there, once upon a time,
03:10with her young daughter. Her husband vanished under mysterious circumstances.
03:16Some whispered he fled in shame, others suggested darker fates.
03:21One thing, though, was certain. On a night no one could pinpoint exactly,
03:27neighbors were startled awake by the sound of a woman's screams.
03:35Authorities arrived to find her sitting silently, rocking on the floor, holding tightly to an empty blanket.
03:45The child was nowhere to be found.
03:47She never spoke again, and eventually vanished into some institution.
03:57The house was boarded up and forgotten.
03:59But not entirely forgotten.
04:08Decades passed. Residents nearby still whispered about hearing a soft, gentle weeping that began precisely at 2.07 a.m. every night.
04:20It wasn't loud, wasn't desperate. It was simply… consistent.
04:35Shinji, intrigued but skeptical, decided it was exactly the type of story he needed to disprove.
04:41A myth. A myth. A superstition. A trick of the imagination born from collective fear.
04:51On a cold November evening, armed with his camera, flashlight and an audio recorder, he finally visited the property.
04:59It was around midnight when he arrived, and from the moment he stepped onto the grounds he felt a quiet sense of disorientation.
05:10The path leading up to the house was almost invisible, covered in fallen leaves and encroached upon by thick foliage.
05:20The air was cool, silent, too silent, too silent, he later reflected.
05:32When he first entered the house, something immediately struck him as strange.
05:38The sliding doors opened with unnerving ease.
05:42Inside, the interior was oddly pristine, devoid of the expected layers of dust or the musty smell of decay.
05:54Instead, it felt as though the house had been preserved, trapped at the moment it had been left behind.
06:03The furniture stood intact, a teacup still placed neatly on the table, curtains hanging perfectly still.
06:10It was unsettling, as if the house had simply… paused.
06:19He checked his watch, exactly 2.05am.
06:26For a moment he thought of leaving, but then a quiet determination overtook him.
06:32He set up his audio recorder on the floor, turned on his flashlight and decided to wait.
06:37At precisely 2.07am it started.
06:45A gentle, mournful cry broke the silence.
06:52Soft at first, so faint he initially questioned if it was just the wind filtering through cracks in the wood.
06:59But it steadily became clearer, closer, unmistakably human.
07:10The sound was delicate, heartbreakingly sad.
07:14Like someone weeping privately, unaware they were being overheard.
07:27Jinji's pulse quickened as he stood, attempting to pinpoint the exact location of the sound.
07:34He moved slowly, flashlight shaking slightly in his grip.
07:43The crying seemed to drift through the house, elusive.
07:48Impossible to trace to a single room.
07:51Every step he took felt heavier than the last, his chest tightening under the weight of an unexplainable dread.
08:01The logical part of his mind desperately sought explanations.
08:08An animal trapped somewhere, pipes expanding in the cold night.
08:13Anything to rationalize what he was hearing.
08:19He followed the crying to the staircase, where the wooden steps ascended into darkness.
08:28The sobbing seemed clearer upstairs, a painful pull guiding him upward.
08:36As he placed his foot on the first step, the crying ceased abruptly,
08:41plunging the house into oppressive silence.
08:48The silence seemed deafening now, the house waiting patiently.
08:55Just when he considered retreating, a faint creak echoed behind him at the base of the stairs.
09:05He spun around, flashlight beam slicing the darkness.
09:09Nothing was there, but as the beam flickered briefly, for just a split second, he saw it.
09:21A figure standing silently.
09:27Facing away from him in the shadows near the front door.
09:30Then, as quickly as it appeared, it vanished into the darkness once more.
09:42Chinji stood motionless, a cold fear rooting him in place.
09:47He knew then he was no longer alone.
09:51He pressed stop on the recorder, breathing hard.
10:00He left shortly afterward, his mind racing with what he'd just experienced.
10:08Yet something inside him whispered he wasn't done with this house.
10:12Not yet.
10:13Not until he understood exactly what he'd witnessed.
10:19And so, the following day he returned.
10:23Chinji couldn't shake off the feeling that had lingered after that night.
10:28The woman's quiet sobs echoed in his memory, impossible to dismiss his mere imagination.
10:35He knew he had to learn more, to dig deeper, and that meant returning, though this time under the safety of daylight.
10:49The next morning he walked back to the quiet neighborhood.
10:54Under sunlight the house looked different, smaller, more vulnerable somehow.
11:00But the unease that had gripped him the night before still lingered.
11:07It seemed like the whole neighborhood shared that unease.
11:12As Chinji approached neighboring houses, people glanced at him nervously, from behind curtains,
11:18quickly turning away whenever he waved.
11:21It felt as if he had stepped into a forbidden territory, where questions were neither welcome nor answered.
11:31Knocking on doors yielded nothing but silence or curt refusals.
11:38The locals clearly didn't want to discuss the house, let alone the stories that surrounded it.
11:46One woman simply shook her head sharply, eyes fearful, murmuring politely but firmly,
11:53I'm sorry, I can't help you, before quickly shutting her door.
12:03Frustration building,
12:05Shinji was about to give up when a soft gravelly voice called to him from a nearby porch.
12:10You won't find what you're looking for asking them, the voice said quietly.
12:22Turning, Shinji saw an elderly man sitting in an old wooden chair,
12:28eyes half hidden beneath the brim of his worn straw hat.
12:32His face was deeply lined, evidence of the many years he'd spent watching this street.
12:42Please, Shinji said, approaching carefully, respectful yet hopeful.
12:49Do you know something about that house?
12:52The old man gestured weakly, inviting Shinji closer.
13:02I know too much, he said quietly.
13:06More than I'd like.
13:07Jinji sat on the porch step, his heart quickening slightly.
13:18Please tell me, I need to know the truth.
13:27The elderly man paused, as if considering whether to speak at all.
13:31Finally, he exhaled deeply and began, his voice slow, heavy with years of suppressed memories.
13:45The woman who lived there, her name was Miyuki.
13:52She was gentle, quiet.
13:53I remember her husband. He disappeared one night without explanation.
14:04After he was gone, Miyuki began to change.
14:11She never spoke much to anyone, kept to herself, rarely left the house.
14:16And her daughter? Nobody ever saw that little girl again either.
14:23I'm sorry.
14:25Jinji listened carefully, sensing there was more the old man wasn't saying.
14:30And the crying? The sounds people hear at night?
14:37The old man nodded slowly, sadness clouding his gaze.
14:43That began after Miyuki passed away.
14:46She died quietly, alone in that house, forgotten by most of us.
14:56It was weeks before anyone found her, but by then, everyone in this neighborhood knew she hadn't really left.
15:03The crying?
15:06That's her. I've heard it myself.
15:08Every night, always at the same time.
15:17Exactly 2.07 AM.
15:20But why is the house still abandoned after all these years?
15:32Shinji asked.
15:33Couldn't someone have bought it? Renovated it?
15:37The elderly man chuckled bitterly, shaking his head.
15:44In Japan, we have a law.
15:47Realtors must tell potential buyers about the home's history, especially when someone has died there.
15:55Especially when people claim the place is haunted.
15:58So the house sits there, untouched, unsold.
16:03Who would buy a home that still carries so much sadness, so much unresolved pain?
16:14A heavy silence settled between them.
16:22Shinji understood the old man's words clearly, yet his curiosity burned even brighter.
16:29He still had unanswered questions.
16:31Did anyone ever see her after she died, or was it always just the crying?
16:39Nobody here dares look closely, the old man replied, his voice dropping even lower.
16:47They're afraid of what they might see.
16:50Some places?
16:51Some memories?
16:54They're better left undisturbed.
16:56The old man's story matched exactly what he'd experienced.
17:11The feeling of sorrow that hung in the air, the quiet desperation in the woman's sobs.
17:17The old man's eyes met his directly for the first time, and Shinji saw the genuine sorrow reflected there.
17:46That's the one thing nobody knows.
17:52After Miyuki died, the authorities searched every corner of the house, every street nearby.
17:59They found nothing.
18:00Some think she might have been taken, others think something far darker occurred.
18:11The man leaned in slightly, his voice nearly a whisper.
18:20But sometimes, late at night, when the crying is at its quietest, I swear you can hear something else.
18:30A chill ran through Shinji as the weight of the old man's words sank in.
18:51He knew he had touched something deeper, something painful and real.
19:00He stood, offering a grateful bow.
19:03Thank you, Shinji said softly, truly meaning it.
19:08Thank you for trusting me with your story.
19:11The old man gave a weary nod, eyes returning to the distant, abandoned house.
19:22Be careful, young man.
19:24Not all stories are meant to be uncovered.
19:27Sometimes, they're meant to remain exactly where they are, in the shadows.
19:41You'd be surprised how many homes in Japan are left behind, sealed in time like glass jars filled with forgotten memories.
20:06Some become museums, others slowly rot into the earth, and then there are those few that remain almost too perfect.
20:20Almost like someone or something is still tending to them.
20:25This next story came to me from a couple who run a YouTube channel.
20:32Their names are Liam and Naomi.
20:36They've been exploring rural ruins for years.
20:40Old bathhouses, empty schools, forgotten ryokans.
20:45But the place they told me about, this one stayed with them.
20:52Not because of what they saw, but because of what followed.
20:59The house was in the hills of Gifu Prefecture.
21:03A region known for its beauty, its forests, and occasionally, for the things people tried to forget.
21:11They were tipped off by a follower who said, check out the red-roofed mansion near Takayama.
21:21No one's lived there for decades, but the dolls are still looking at the door.
21:28Naturally, that kind of comment got their attention.
21:30When they arrived, the house stood at the edge of a forest.
21:37Tall, narrow, with warped wood siding and a moss-covered stone path leading to the entrance.
21:46It was surrounded by silence.
21:51No animals, no wind, just an old, red tory gate half-collapsed in the undergrowth.
22:01The front door wasn't locked.
22:05They stepped inside, expecting dust, maybe decay.
22:10But what greeted them was… unsettlingly clean.
22:17The floors intact, shoji doors unbroken, everything preserved, like the house had simply frozen.
22:24Their camera rolled as they moved through the first hallway, their voices quiet, even playful at first.
22:36But that changed once they reached the first room.
22:39It was filled wall-to-wall with dolls.
22:46Traditional Japanese dolls.
22:49Ningyo?
22:51Some ornate, others simple.
22:54They were placed carefully on wooden stands, seated in precise rows, hair perfectly combed, kimonos unstained.
23:03All of them faced the door.
23:10Liam joked about it on camera.
23:13Well, this room definitely has a vibe, like they've been waiting.
23:17Naomi laughed nervously, but she said later something in her stomach turned the moment she stepped in.
23:27It wasn't just how many dolls there were, it was how still they were.
23:37As if they weren't resting.
23:40As if they were watching.
23:41They found three more rooms like that, one with only glass-eyed Ichimatsu dolls, another filled with protective of Vuda talismans pinned above shelves.
23:55One was themed entirely with local festival figures, some of them life-sized.
24:03The deeper they went, the more obsessive the layout became.
24:07The dolls weren't placed randomly, they were curated.
24:13Perfect angles, equal spacing, every face aimed at whoever entered.
24:22Like the rooms weren't meant to display them, but to trap you with their gaze.
24:29Upstairs the wooden steps groaned, unlike the rest of the house,
24:34and Naomi mentioned feeling a cold draft brush past her shoulder even though no windows were open.
24:44At the top of the stairs was a door unlike the others, dark red with a tarnished brass plaque bolted near the top.
24:53The plaque read, 1000.
25:01The doorknob wouldn't turn.
25:04They recorded footage of the hallway, zooming in on the plaque.
25:08Liam commented,
25:09Guess this is where the Sirius Collection lives.
25:13But Naomi said she didn't like being near that door, she couldn't explain why.
25:23Just that her chest felt tight.
25:25They explored a few more rooms on that floor.
25:31At one point, Naomi heard something behind her.
25:35Small footsteps, quick and light, like a child dashing barefoot across the floor.
25:41She spun around.
25:47Nothing.
25:51Liam thought it was just the house creaking, but when they reviewed the footage later,
25:55the microphone did pick up something.
26:00Not quite footsteps.
26:02Not quite wood shifting.
26:04Something.
26:05More like.
26:06Something scurrying between the walls.
26:13Still, they pressed on, making their way back downstairs to wrap up.
26:18Naomi took one last shot of the main room where all the dolls still sat.
26:26Still watching.
26:28Still silent.
26:29Before they left, Liam did something that Naomi didn't like.
26:39He looked straight at one of the dolls in the center and whispered,
26:46I wonder which one of you is the thousandth?
26:50They both laughed a little, nervous energy.
26:52But Naomi said later, when he said that, she thought she saw a slight twitch in one of the doll's shoulders,
27:02like the smallest shift of fabric, like something had heard him.
27:11They left quickly after that.
27:14At first, it all felt like just another successful explore.
27:18But that changed when they got home and reviewed the footage.
27:28And that's when the real story began.
27:39Some places don't reveal their secrets right away.
27:47They wait.
27:49They let you feel safe.
27:52Let you laugh a little.
27:54Make jokes.
27:57Take your pictures.
27:59And then they follow you home.
28:01Naomi said the feeling hit her as soon as they stepped outside.
28:13The sunlight felt warmer.
28:16The wind returned.
28:19For the first time in hours, the silence broke.
28:23Birds were chirping.
28:24She didn't say anything to Liam at first.
28:31She didn't want to sound dramatic.
28:33But something about that final room.
28:37The one with the plaque reading 1000.
28:43It stayed in her chest.
28:45A pressure.
28:50Like she hadn't really left it.
28:55They packed up, drove to their hotel, and crashed for the night.
28:59But Naomi admitted later she couldn't sleep well.
29:03She kept replaying a moment in her head.
29:05One she didn't even mention on camera.
29:12While filming in the main room, just before they left, she swore she saw one of the dolls.
29:20Move?
29:21Not a lot.
29:24Not like a horror movie jump scare.
29:27Just a small turn of the head.
29:29So small she couldn't tell if it was real or her mind playing tricks.
29:40It was the kind of moment you talk yourself out of immediately.
29:46You blink.
29:48Shake it off.
29:50Pretend it was your own movement or the angle of the light.
29:56But the feeling didn't go away.
29:59Back home a few days later, they sat down to edit the footage.
30:08Their usual process.
30:10Sink audio.
30:12Overlay the b-roll.
30:15Adjust brightness.
30:18Cut the shaky bits.
30:21At first everything looked fine.
30:23The house was as eerie on screen as it had felt in person.
30:28Dolls lined up, shadows stretching across the rooms and that weird echo in every hallway.
30:35Then, around the 28 minute mark, Naomi paused the video.
30:45Wait, she said.
30:47Go back.
30:48Liam rewound five seconds.
30:56There, in the background of a shot from the glass doll room, just behind Naomi's shoulder,
31:01was a single doll standing near the door.
31:04But Naomi hadn't entered that room.
31:15She was in the hallway.
31:16The doll was on the inside, visible through the slightly open shoji screen.
31:21They played it again, then went back to earlier footage of that room, before Naomi ever stood near it.
31:31The doll wasn't there.
31:40They checked the next room, another wide shot.
31:44The same doll again, this time seated on a small stool near the center of the frame.
31:54But neither of them remembered seeing her.
31:56They began to scrub through more clips, slowly, carefully, and there she was, over and over,
32:09in four different rooms.
32:20Sometimes near a wall, sometimes closer to the camera, always just behind them,
32:26always facing forward, always alone.
32:31Same outfit, same painted smile, same dull, glassy stare.
32:46The odd part was, none of the dolls they remembered filming had that face.
32:54Naomi leaned closer to the screen.
32:57That's not one of the ones we saw, she said.
33:01Liam agreed.
33:03They'd commented on so many, pointed out their outfits, the arrangement, even made jokes.
33:10But never once had either of them mentioned this one.
33:18And then came the audio.
33:21They always recorded ambient sound with a secondary mic, just in case.
33:27The sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound.
33:29As Liam cleaned up background noise from one clip, he noticed a strange pattern.
33:38Soft static, followed by a sound wave spike, right after Liam made his thousandth doll joke.
33:49They isolated the spike and boosted the volume.
33:52It was a voice.
33:53A faint, breathy whisper in Japanese.
33:57They ran it through a transcription tool.
34:00The result was fragmented, but one phrase repeated twice.
34:04Notashi wa koko ni iru.
34:10I'm here.
34:16Liam went pale.
34:18Naomi didn't speak.
34:19They checked the original footage again.
34:26That moment had been totally silent.
34:28No whispers.
34:30No ambient change.
34:36That voice, whatever it was, had only been picked up by the equipment.
34:42The next day, Liam tried to load the files again.
34:49But something had changed.
34:55Every clip featuring the doll, the one that kept showing up, refused to open.
35:00The thumbnails were black, the previews glitched.
35:05When he tried to copy them to a hard drive, the transfers stopped halfway.
35:11Then, one by one, the files began to vanish.
35:14No error messages.
35:21No corrupted folders.
35:23Just… gone.
35:31The only thing that remained was a still frame Naomi had saved as a reference for color grading.
35:37She had left it on her desktop.
35:39It was a wide shot of the main room, and in the corner near the base of a shelf stood that same doll.
35:51But this time, she was looking straight at the lens.
35:57Naomi begged Liam not to go back.
36:03And he didn't.
36:04They never uploaded the video.
36:06Never spoke about the house again on their channel.
36:10The story reached me only because a friend of theirs forwarded the email.
36:15No return address.
36:16No subject line.
36:18Just one sentence typed at the top of the message.
36:24Some dolls aren't meant to be found.
36:26And now, we leave these stories with you.
36:37Tell us.
36:38Have you ever felt watched in a place that should have been empty?
36:42And if so, would you ever go back?
36:46Also, if you've had a chilling experience of your own, we want to hear from you.
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36:59Who knows?
37:00Maybe our next video will feature your experience.
37:04The link is waiting for you in the description.
37:08If you enjoyed tonight's stories, don't miss our previous video,
37:12video, Lost in the Mirror Maze, where an innocent childhood visit to a carnival attraction turned
37:19into a lifelong nightmare.
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37:27Until next time, sleep tight.