The Slit-Mouthed Woman

Late one rainy night in Tokyo, a young woman hurried home along a dimly lit alley near the

train tracks. The city lights flickered behind her, but the path ahead

felt unnaturally dark. From the shadows, a figure approached: a beautiful woman

in a surgical mask, her long black hair swaying in the wind. “Excuse me,” she said softly,

her voice sweet. “Do you think I’m pretty?” The young woman, polite as always,

nodded. “Yes, very pretty.” The masked woman smiled beneath the

fabric. “How about now?” She lowered the mask, revealing a mouth

sliced ear to ear in a jagged, bloody grin. The young woman screamed and ran,