"Mama, do you know anything about Freehope Memorial Home?" she asked as she flew upstairs. "They saying granddaddy died..." Her eyes started getting heavy. "So?" her mother's lips contorted. "Well..." she licked her lips. "The funereal is January 15--"
"Stop it. You said Freehope Memorial Home?"
"Yes, mama."
"What's the number?"
"I don't know--"
"Dharia, call your grandpa."
"He dead, mama."
"Go get the phone." her mother stared at her with wide eyes. When the phone rang once more, Dharia rolled her eyes and started to descend the stairs. She picked up the phone. "Who is it?" the phone blew static and an accent reached her, "I want to talk to you." a high ring sounded. She moved the phone from her ears. "The Windlawn Estate. I want to make sure that well." the phone emitted a scratching sound. She pushed the end call button. "Take care of... a piece of our legacy. Tadamune. Momotarō." the phone ended.
The phone rang again. She held it in her hands and put it down near the coffee table in the kitchen. She watched it ring. "Go to voice mail." the phone rang. "Dharia pick up that damn phone!"
"It's the funereal home!"
"No it isn't, it's yo father!" she yelled. Dharia stared at the phone, she couldn't look at the caller ID. "Dharia, I swear to God!" her mother yelled. "I have cancer!"
She touched the phone. "Dharia pick up the damn phone!"
"I don't know who it is!" she yelled back. "It's yo daddy!" her mother coughed violently. "How do you know?"
"Because I do!" her mother's voice deepened. "Call him!" it sounded like a man. She looked at the stairs and back at the phone buzzing on the table. "PICK UP THE PHONE!"
The kitchen turned to shimmer. "What the fuck!" she said, covering her eyes. "Dharia!" her mother screamed. "ANSWER THE PHONE!
She felt the floor rumble.
Anata wa tsūka o motomete imasu, shinchō ni arukimashou, sono meimetsusuru honō o tōshite, watashitachiha michinimayotta-sha to kimagurena-sha-tachi o temaneki shimasu
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Katakonkao Village - Yoake no kiretsu newspaper
Ikejiri Yuri married today
Honomi Kane married today
Matsuura Inu lost a bet and married today
The Love, Me games has three winners. From the cradle to the carpet. The children will be married to Zaruvu and Tsumibito. Zaruvu has committed acts of cannibalism and Tsumibito, his brother, ate Momotarō's leg.
This house wasn't hers. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a body in front of her. This woman was dead. Upon waking, Dharia had a necklace with her. A homemade necklace contained a black yarn pendant that has been masterfully crocheted into a rectangle. A bright, three-dimensional butterfly has been lovingly embroidered with yarn. The butterfly's orange and white wings have a fluffy, textured appearance, providing depth and realism.
She got to her feet and picked up the pendant. "It's pretty." she said. "Who does it belong to?" She jolted at the sounds of yelling outside. She gripped the pendant and went to the front door. Dharia put her hand to the door and her mouth fell open. The door was flat in front of the entrance. There was a woman outside. Forty men held sticks and poles. even brown paddles. They all took turns hitting this woman.
"You shouldn't have done it, Sueko." She hollered as she was wacked over the head with a paddle. "We have to do this because you can't keep your hands to yourself!" She noticed the men wore paper horns and mask with demonic faces on the right side of their heads. "You commited Uwaki Onna no Bachi. This the second time!" he shouted. "A third offense, we will cut your head off!"
The woman couldn't speak. They shook her and her neck was loose. "We already stabbed her!" shouted someone. "She'll do it again. We should take her tongue!" shouted another. The main man in charge of this onslaught, looked at the crowd. "Okay," he replied, thrusting a blade at her. "Take off her feet. Put her hair in a bun.
She watched the madness from afar. she finally looked at herself, and she wore this Tomesode that covered her chest slightly. Her breast stuck out out. She wore this mask on the back of her head. She reached the back of her head and felt sharp, long fangs. The mouth licked her fingers. She snatched her hands back. Her heart beated quickly, she rubbed the top of her head and wanted to faint. Why was it bumpy?
Her black hair was longer, now it was thick and straight. But she had an afro. The crowd dropped the woman's body on the dirt. "Ignorant bitch." coughed a farmer. "The oni control the village and she keep cheating. My father was an oni, an gikyoudai." he exclaimed. "I am an oni!"
"The bitch should die!"
"Muchi na onna." yelled a female with a dress and mask like her. She stepped out the house. "Unmei no aite" She heard. Dharia looked around. What was that. She looked to the crowd of people. "Take her to the alter!" the villagers cheered and hoisted her in the air. Dharia followed behind the villagers to the woods and on a tree was a crucifix. She stood by and watched this woman be pinned by her hands to the crooked wood. After hanging, the female villagers with their mask of demons threw rocks at her corpse.
Dharia viewed the spectacular in astonishment. A man yelled for the women to stop, he transformed into an oni with three eyes and sharp, long tusk. "May the dishonest wife die..." he spoke deeply. The crowd cheered. They took out these horns and threw colored rice in the air.
"My respect for you remains, even as I watch it crumble under the weight of your lies." Dharia watched as the women gathered together and tore the kimono she wore screaming whore repeatedly. Someone threw a tomato at her face and soon she belted with piles of food. "What did she do?" Dharia murmured. the went on until a man looked back and pointed, "Lord Saisho!" he screamed. He went to his knees. Dharia looked behind her and saw such a handsome, foreboding face. This oni had long coils of hair draped down his shoulders. His fangs were large with the tips cut off. White shells beneath his orange eyes. His skin was blue compared two the two the two black oni, "Give me the bitch." he told as he coursed through the thin walkway. He walked by Dharia and smiled. "Take her."
"Huh?"
A black oni came behind her and put her arms behind her. His eyes widen. "Who are you married to?" he hissed. "She has the husband's mask. He has three eyes."
"You belong to Irie?" the second black oni bated his eyes. "I thought Saisho cut off his face?"
"He dead..." said the ask on the back of Dharia's head. "Call me Aiyoku no Oni. Call me Lusty for short."
"What?" the black oni thought for a moment. "So you finally stole another one?"
"Isn't she pretty," she couldn't see it but Lusty was pursing his lips. She trembled as she stood still. She couldn't hold it anymore, "Where am I?"