once your name is my taboo. For a while, the mention of your name made me tremble uncontrollably. Because you seem to be everywhere.
You are curled up in the dark and narrow closet, and the blood on your white skirt is like strange flowers. Only the black cat has always been with you.
How deep is your hatred of this world.
Deep enough to make you want to kill all the people who appear in front of you.
Deep enough to make you lurking in almost every corner to make them worse than death. ceiling. toilet. The bottom of the desk. elevator. stairs. Outside the window. You have been waiting in these places, waiting for those people to find you, waiting for them to show fear and despair, waiting for their sharp and futile screams.
Then kill them.
why.
For many years, I have been thinking about why I am so afraid of you. You are not the ugliest ghost I have ever seen. You even look pretty.
You are not the cruelest ghost I have ever seen. Those people seemed to be scared to death.
But. I am so scared of you.
Now, maybe I can figure it out. My fear of you may be your killing for no reason. Every family that lives in a big house will encounter misfortune. Most ghost stories in China have causes and consequences-if you do something wrong, you have to prevent ghosts from knocking at the door in the middle of the night.
But there is never a reason for you to kill. You are just jealous of those who are happier than you. You don't understand why it is you. You should bear to be isolated and ignored since childhood. Even your sweetheart only remembers your name. Later, when you married someone, you thought he would love you if he needed you, but he killed you in the end. Only, you can't be pregnant with his child, but you gave birth to Junxiong.
On that day, your husband violent you for several hours, cutting you like a tattered doll. Blood all over the floor. He put you in a plastic bag before he could throw the corpse, so he could only throw it into the wardrobe in the attic. From then on, you are no longer the original kaya coconut. I believe it. Too much resentment will leave the soul in the world, and this is the so-called fierce spirit.
"Why didn't Mr. Kobayashi accept me? If he accepted me. I wouldn't be so miserable. It's all his fault."
So, the first person you killed was him-Shunsuke Kobayashi, you are crazy Loved man.
It was he who caused you to fall into misfortune, at least you think so.
From then on, you don't need a reason to kill anymore---------------just hate the world.
Gaya Coconut, I am afraid of you, I am afraid of you.
I am much happier than you. So, if you see me, will you kill me?
My father and mother, friends and classmates, they love me very much. They make me feel that the world is so warm and beautiful. But for you, these will all be your reasons for killing me, right.
Kayako, would you think that people like me shouldn't be loved by so many people. Because I am just a person who is not very cute, not very good-looking, sensitive, lazy and awkward. So I don't deserve such happiness at all. Even sometimes, I even hurt those who love me and squander the love I get.
I'm too bad, right. So you have to kill me.
Jia coconut, I am very scared.
Even after so many years, reading your story again, I still dare not speak up, I can only watch you suddenly appear silently like a documentary, and kill people suddenly. I still can't stop shaking.
I am afraid that one day, a force that I cannot resist will take away everything I cherish.
I am afraid that one day, a brave and uncontrollable fear will drive me into a blind spot, but no one notices it.
I am afraid that one day, life will no longer be what it is, and there is nothing I can do about it.
Ganesha.
I am working very hard to live.
But I have to work harder and harder to live.
Then one day after a long, long time, I may not be afraid of you again.
After all, having nothing is not afraid of losing.
Maybe you can die without regrets in your life.
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