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Thursday, February 12, 2015
The Tour Guide Who Never Rest (不眠的导游)
Talking about haunted hotels in Japan, one can never fail to
talk about some hotels around Lake Yamanaka (山中湖,) situated
near Mount Fuji. It is believed that certain hotels situated there can be
touted as some of the top haunted hotels in Japan. There are many stories
concerning strange happenings told by hotel visitors in and outside of Japan.
There is a story told of a lady tour guide by the name
Shungiku (秋菊) has
committed suicide in a hotel beside Lake Yamanaka a few years ago. Her restless
spirits still haunts this hotel until now. The spirit of Shungiku would knock
on hotel visitor's room door at midnight as that was her duty to wake up her tour
members when she was still alive.
My friend, Roy was once accidentally put up accommodation
with this hotel and he did have an unforgettable experience. As Roy’s story
“I was touring the Yamanaka-ko as the local calls it with
one of my university mate last year. Initially we only plan for a day trip, but
the scenery was so beautiful and enticing that when we realised that if was
After some enquiries, a local pointed the way to this hotel
that is just beside the lake. So we ventured in and at first, the hotel owner
refused to put up with our requests politely. But with some persuasion and some
PR, we told the owner we were only tourist and only be there for one night. Finally
the hotel owner agreed but with a queer warning: “Please ignore the night
knockings at night!”
Though a little strange, we agreed with the term. My room was
at the middle of a row of rooms and my mate’s was just a few rooms away from
mine. After we chatted about the next day’s itinerary, we bid each other
goodnight and retired to our rooms.
It am sure that I didn’t fall asleep that soon, but after
half an hour or so, sounds of knocking was heard on my door and I thought it
was my pal, so off I went to open the door expecting to see someone there. But
to my surprise, there was not a single soul. It couldn’t be that someone is
playing pranks as my room was situated in the centre location, and that I could
see the corridor pretty well. It was simply empty! No one was there.
So I thought it was my imagination and I went to bed. Again,
after an hour or so, the knocking on the door started. I hastily rushed to open
the door in the hope to catch some prankster. But again, the surrounding was
empty, not a single soul. It was so quiet that even the sound of needle
dropping onto the floor can be heard.
At this point, a sense of eeriness rose from the bottom of
my heart, and I thought of ghost. Then I sort of remember you told me that
ghosts are afraid of fierce folks, so I started to scold 4 letter words at the
corridor and then shut my door with a slam.
Again, the sound of knocking was heard at the door. However,
this time the knocking sound was heard came from the inside of the room! That
means ‘something’ has entered my room and knocked on the door from inside.
Now I begin to feel really scared and start chanting: “Namo
Amitabah… Namo Amitabah…”
After a while, the knocking sound “tok… tok… tok…” was heard
again… this time it came from just beside my bed. That means this ‘something’
is approaching my bed and I can feel the chillness and the presence.
So I pulled up my blanket and wrapped my head and ramped my
way outside to my pal’s room and put up a night there.
In the morning, my pal told me that he didn’t hear any
knocking sound but only the 4 letter words that came out from my mouth!
To tell you the truth, that was the scariest moment in my
After hearing Roy’s story, I purposely asked him:
“If you said the entity is approaching you, it must be blocking
your way… how then did you pass through it?”
Roy pondered for a moment said embarrassingly:
“Well, you know how things are… I charged out while uttering…
good brothers, good sisters, good datuks… please let me pass through… Your
grandson wanted to pass through…”