Ghosts Next Door

Ghosts Next Door
by Lopaka Kapanui

Oct 10, 2016

100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween! 20 Nights Left! "Kokkuri-San Kevin"


17th Avenue. Kaimuki. Tsuruda Residence. (not the real name of the family)


For Kevin, it was almost like a rite of passage to inherit Terry’s room. Terry is Kevin’s older brother, and now that Terry and his girlfriend found their own apartment across town, Kevin wouldn’t have to sleep in his little room anymore. The room was bigger than his and the windows were larger and much more wide. The closet was taller and deeper than Kevin’s kiddie closet and it had it’s own bathroom and shower. It was the coolest thing ever!

A month later, Terry and his girlfriend Marie were over for a Sunday dinner. Everything was fine until Terry noticed that his little brother Kevin was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s big Kevin?” Terry asked.

“Oh, we forgot to tell you,” Terry’s mom said. “We moved him into your old room,”

Terry’s face went pale all of a sudden. “Mom, I told you guys to use that room for storage or something,”

“We know,” Terry’s father chimed in, “but Kevin really loves you and he really thought it was cool,”

Without a word, Terry got up from the dinner table and went straight to his old room and knocked on the door. The knob clicked and the door slowly swung open; Terry’s parents and Marie were right behind him. The room was completely immaculate but that’s not what Terry was worried about.

“Come out right now Kevin! Right now!” He shouted.

“What the hell is wrong with you Terry? What are you yelling at your brother for?” His father demanded.

“I asked you guys to use this room for storage!” Terry shouted.

“Hun, you’re scaring us and you’re pissing your Dad off, what’s wrong?” Marie asked.

“Remember when Ducan, Marc and Riley used to come over a lot in my senior year?
Terry asked.

“Yes,” Terry’s father remembered. “ Those boy ate us out of house and home,”

“We used to play Kokkuri-san in the room all the time,”

“Kokkuri-san?” Terry’s mom was livid now. “Terry, how could you do that? We’re not Shinto!”

“What’s Kokkuri-san?” Marie asked.

“It’s a Japanese version of the Ouija board,” Terry explained. “We had to stop because I started to see a shadow squatting in the corner of my room at night, it had these white glowing eyes. It was only afterwards when we realized that we forgot to burn the Kokkuri-san paper after we used it, and we never spent the coin.”

Terry’s father couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“That’s why you asked your mother to turn your room into a storage space?”

“I figured it would be safe; I never expected that you would give the room to Kevin,” Terry said.

“Everyone knows that you’re supposed to spend the coin after you call Kokkuri-san, how could you be so careless Terry?” His mother’s face was three shades of red.

Terry walked into the middle of his old room calling out for his baby brother, but there was no answer. When he turned around, something caught his eyes and he turned pale.

“Oh my god,”

He was staring at the space above the bedroom door; Marie and his parents turned around and saw it too.

It was Kevin, crouching like an animal ready to pounce. Claws were growing in to place just as Terry’s baby brother tore off the last thumb nail. His eyes were blood red and there was a low rumbling growl coming from somewhere deep within his bowels. What made the scene even more horrific is that he was floating above the door.

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