“Chehra Mask Ke Peeche” japanese urban legends story

(Ek Short Horror Story Inspired by Kuchisake-Onna)

Tokyo ke ek purane maholle mein, Akira apne school se ghar laut raha tha. Mausam mein ek ajeeb si thandak thi, aur raaste mein street lights lagbhag bujh chuki thi. Woh aksar shortcut se jata tha — ek chhoti si gali jahan rarely koi hota tha.

Jaise hi woh us gali mein ghusa, usne ek aurat ko dekha. Uska lamba coat, lambey baal aur chehre par surgical mask tha. Woh ek jagah khadi thi, bilkul chup. Jab Akira paas se guzarne laga, usne dheere se poocha:

“Kya main sundar hoon?”

Akira ghabraya. Usne jhijhak ke saath “Haan…” kaha.

Aurat ne mask uthaya. Uska mooh dono taraf se kaata hua tha — cheek tak cheer diya gaya. Phir usne dobara poocha:

“Ab?”

Akira ki sans atak gayi. Uske paon hil nahi rahe the.

Aurat ne ek pair aage badhaya. Tabhi, Akira ko apni dadi ki baat yaad aayi —
“Agar kabhi kuch samajh na aaye, confuse kar do.”

Usne kaanpate hue kaha:
“Tum… tum thik-thak lagti ho…”

Aurat ruk gayi. Uski aankhon mein confusion tha. Aur fir, bina kuch bole, woh dhundh mein ghul gayi.

Akira us raat ghar to pahuch gaya, lekin us din ke baad usne kabhi us gali mein kadam nahi rakha.