Slit Mouthed Woman - Scary Japanese Monster Explained

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Kuchisake-onna, or the slit-mouthed woman.  A vicious spirit with her face covered with   a mask. She stared back at young Shiro from  the book of Japanese folk tales and legends,   and he wanted to know more. Who  was she? Why was she full of rage? And what was under the mask? Shiro’s mother Hina was a devout  woman who believed in the old ways,   and she tried to pass them on to her son through  stories. A strong believer in the spirits,   she always warned Shiro to tread carefully  if he encountered the supernatural.   Shiro’s father Kenichi was another story.  He only believed in one spirit - sake. He   would frequently come home drunk and insult  his wife, and he burst through the door just   as Shiro asked his mother to tell him  the story of the slit-mouthed woman. “Are you filling that boy’s head  with those foolish stories again?” “They’re not foolish! They’re - “ As his father flung the book across the room,   Shiro retreated to his bedroom. He knew what  it was like when his father was in a mood,   and listened to the shouting between his parents  until he heard the telltale sound of a door slam.   His father was no doubt out to get drunk at the  tavern again, and wouldn’t be back until late. He   didn’t care what his father said - he knew the  spirits his mother warned him about were real,   and he hoped his father wouldn’t encounter  any on his way to the watering hole. It was late and the moon was high in the sky  when Kenichi wandered back from the tavern.   He knew it would be another argument as  soon as he got home, and he walked slowly,   careful not to stumble. He’d had more than  his fill, and the forest path between the   tavern and home looked more winding and  shadowy than normal. As he approached,   he saw the faint outline of a woman  in the moonlight, blocking his path. “Hina? That you? Couldn’t even wait  till I got home to yell at me?” There was no response from the  woman as Kenichi walked forward,   and through his Sake-blurred eyes he  could slowly see that this wasn’t his   wife. It was a dark-haired woman, her face  covered with a mask, and she was holding   what looked like an unusually long pair of  scissors. He couldn’t see her face clearly,   but he bet she was beautiful under the mask,  and suddenly he was in no hurry to get home. “Am I beautiful?” The woman asked  softly as Kenichi walked closer. “Yes, you are.” He said with a  smirk. “Are you looking to - “ The woman slowly reached up, removing her mask,   and Kenichi blanched in horror. Beneath  the cloth, her face was horribly mutilated,   her moth split from ear to ear in  a twisted, unnaturally wide grin. “Am I beautiful?” Kenichi screamed in horror, turning  to run. But the slit-mouthed woman   moved unnaturally fast. In a second, she  was on him, her scissors in her hand,   stabbing him repeatedly. Kenichi’s  screams echoed through the forest,   but no one was around to hear or see him  as the vengeful spirit dragged him away. Well, almost no one. Shiro had been watching from  the window, wondering when his father would come   back. He saw him approach the end of the path,  his way blocked by a woman. He saw his father   turn and run, the flash of large scissors in the  moonlight, and he knew his father would not be   returning home. He tried to tell his mother what  had happened, but she brushed him off. Kenichi   was notoriously unreliable, and she insisted  he would make his way home eventually. But as   days went by with no sign of the man, their home  was soon filled with aunts and cousins offering   their sympathies. Clearly Hina’s unreliable drunk  husband had run off and abandoned the family. Any   time Shiro tried to bring up what he had seen,  he was told to be quiet and not upset his mother. But he knew. The slit-mouthed woman was out there,   and she had taken his father away. And  Shiro was determined to solve the mystery. Years passed, and Shiro grew from a boy into  a young man. Although he was busy with school,   he always made time to research the legend  of the creature that had taken his father.   He never got any closer to finding out the  truth, but it was clear that he was far from   the only person interested in the legend. It  was hard to distinguish real reports of the   creature from all the people making up stories  about her. She had appeared in manga, anime,   video games, and animated movies. There had  even been a series of horror movies about her,   titled Carved: The Slit-Mouthed Woman.  But few people seemed to believe she   was anything more than a scary story to be  told at summer camp or on internet forums. Shiro put out a post on the internet  asking for people who had encountered   the spirit - and was shocked  when he got one response back. It was an old man, living about  an hour away. After school,   he told his mother he was going to the  library to study, and instead took the   bus to the old man’s town. He had been told to  meet him in the library, and when he arrived   the librarian told him the man was waiting for  him in the quiet study room. The room was dark,   and the old man was busy reading a book.  He didn’t even turn around to greet Shiro. “You’re the boy looking into spirits?” “Yes, sir. The slit-mouthed woman.” Shiro could swear he saw the man shiver as  he began to talk. “You encountered her?” “No. My father did, and I think she killed him.” “Not surprised. She does that to most people who  say the wrong thing to her. I was barely older   than you when I encountered her, and she asked  me the same question she asks everyone - Am I   beautiful? She’s a horror under that mask,  and if you let her know you think that,   there’s no getting away alive. Me, I’d heard the  stories. I knew what to say, or so I thought.   I stared her right in her face, that horrible  grin, and I told her I thought she was beautiful.” “And you survived.” Shiro breathed a sigh  of relief. There was a way to escape. “Yes.” The old man said with a pause.   “But she wanted to know if I meant it. So  she left me with a memory of our encounter.” The old man put his book down and  slowly turned around. On his cheeks   were two long-healed scars marking  his face, splitting his cheeks from   ear to ear. The slit-mouthed woman had  marked the old man just like her face. Shiro quickly thanked the old man for his time  and beat a hasty retreat from the library.   Who was this woman and what did she want? Would  she just kill or maim anyone she encountered,   no matter what they said? He needed the  answers, and he kept on researching. He   needed to know her origin, but he soon found out  there wasn’t just one origin - there were many. Everyone seemed to think the slit-mouthed woman  was the spirit of a woman who had been horribly   maimed in life and was seeking her revenge, but  no one could agree on what had happened to her.   The old man confirmed that she had  been haunting Japan for decades,   but there were legends dating back  to the Edo period - the 17th century!   Some versions of the legend said she was the wife  or concubine of a cruel samurai who mutilated her   when she had an affair. Others said she was  the victim of a dentist or doctor who botched   a procedure on her face, or that she had been cut  by a romantic rival who was jealous of her beauty. Others said she wasn’t the spirit of a mutilated  woman at all. They said she was a Yokai,   or supernatural creature, and that the slits  weren’t a cut. They were her natural mouth,   and it was full of hundreds of sharp teeth that  she used to consume anyone who crossed her path. Years went on, and Shiro never found  the answers he was looking for. There   were too many stories about the creature,  all different, and no one was sure how to   survive an experience with her unscathed.  Some said you had to give her a gift,   others said that even if she let someone  pass she would return and kill them later. Soon Shiro met a girl, Sakura, and they  married and had children of their own.   Life was busy, and Shiro rarely had time to dwell  on those horrible memories from his childhood. With one exception - the anniversary  of his father’s death each year. As the day approached, he found himself  becoming increasingly obsessed with the   slit-mouth woman. He would pore over the  books of folklore, looking for clues.   His mother had told him to let the past go, to not  let the spirits haunt him, but he was obsessed.   His children would come and ask their father  to play with them, but he would shoo them away,   saying he was busy. Sakura came to try to pull  him out of his study, and they quarreled. Soon,   he decided to take a walk to clear his head. Maybe  he would get a drink, just to take the edge off… The night was crisp and clear as  Shiro walked home from the tavern,   and he was glad he had only had one drink. He  knew Sakura meant well, and he couldn’t wait to   get home to talk things out with her. In fact, was  that her waiting for him at the end of the path? It wasn’t. Shiro’s blood ran cold as he recognized  the figure blocking his path home.   It was the same woman he had seen all those  years earlier, waiting for his father. The same   white dress. The same black hair. The same mask  over the face. The same scissors in the hand. And now, her eyes were fixed firmly on him.   One way or another, he was about to  get the answers he was looking for. “Am I beautiful?” Shiro knew no one survived saying no to the  slit-mouthed woman, and he answered yes.   He braced himself as she reached up and took  off her mask, revealing the horribly mutilated   face underneath. He kept a steady face, not  reacting. The wrong reaction could spell death. “Am I beautiful?” She repeated in  the same haunted, dispassionate tone. “You look...fine? Average.” Shiro responded,  hoping this would have an impact. Maybe   she didn’t want people to lie, but she didn’t  want them to acknowledge her deformity at all? The slit-faced woman didn’t respond, just  looked at him quizzically. This obviously   wasn’t a response she was prepared for, but she  didn’t move. She was waiting for something more. Shiro reached into his pocket...and  barely contained a laugh. His favorite   hard candies. His daughter must have slipped  them into his pocket before he stormed out,   in case he was hungry. He took them out and put  the small sweets on the ground as an offering. The slit-faced woman tilted her head towards the  candy, then quickly moved forward and gathered   them. That gave Shiro the opportunity  he needed to quickly move around her,   towards the end of the path and into the  clearing. He heard rustling behind him,   but he didn’t look back until he was safely to  his front door. When he finally turned around,   the slit-faced woman was nowhere to be seen, and  he had a feeling he had seen the last of her. As Shiro entered his home and embraced his wife  and children, he made a promise. He would remember   what his mother taught him. He would pass down  the stories of the spirits to his children,   and make sure they knew how to escape them. After  all, the slit-faced woman was still out there. For another terrifying creature  that may be lurking in the woods,   check out “Siren Head - EXPLAINED”,  or why not watch this video instead?
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Channel: The Infographics Show
Views: 851,743
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Keywords: the slit mouthed woman, slit mouthed mouth, japan, japanese, japanese horror, horror, japanese urban legend, the infographics show, scary, urban legend, japanese legend, slit mouth woman
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Length: 9min 13sec (553 seconds)
Published: Tue Oct 06 2020
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