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Gakkou no Kaiden To Curse Someone Visit the Shrine at the Hour of the Ox Not too long ago there were two friends, their names were Ichika Nakamura and Sakura Suzuki both attended Satoyama High School. Now Ichika Nakamura and Sakura Sakura Suzuki had been friends since childhood. By all accounts the two should have been very close, almost best friends. Because the Nakamura family lived right across the road from the Suzuki Family and both families had served Oda Nobunaga when he had taken control of Mino Province during the Sengoku period. But despite the closeness in age, and family ties the two were rivals, though most thought their rivalry was of the friendly short. Since Kindergarten they had challenged each in various fields, from seeing who could run the fastest to who could get a higher grade on an exam. Ichika Nakamura always seemed to have the stronger hand, she was the fastest runner of the pair, she got better grades, she developed sooner than Sakura Suzuki and was the

Vicksburg, Mississippi is an historical city located on the banks of the Mississippi River. As a port on the Mississippi River the city of forty thousand souls is far more cosmopolitan that the surrounding area. Vicksburg is also one of the most haunted cities in Mississippi. The city itself endured a terrible forty day siege by Federal Force's during the Civil War. The city is said to be crawling with ghosts, from phantom Confederate soldiers still defending the city from advancing Federal Forces, to demons said to have been conjured up by reckless teens who dabbled in the occult for fun. The town is said to host dozens of haunted sights. The most famous of these supposed haunted houses is McRaven, an Empire style house located on Harrison Street. The house has often been called “The Most haunted house in Mississippi.” But my story is not about the many ghosts that are supposed to call McRaven Home. No my story is about a personal encounter I had in a small little museum located at

Not all the stories my friend's tell are set in Benton. Some are urban legends from other small towns. The following story is one that was told to us by our friend Taylor Croft. Taylor was not born in Benton, but her mother was and her family is of old Benton stock. Taylor was born in Madison and raised in Yazoo City until a few months ago when her mom suffering from a bad divorce moved her and her daughter back to her hometown. Anyway it's with her permission that I'm posting her story here for others to read and enjoy. A long time ago, back when Yazoo City was known as Manchester there lived a woman all along in a run down house on a hilltop that overlooked a sharp bend in the Yazoo River some thirteen miles from town. The town has been developed and the swamp has been drained and cleared away and farmers now plant cotton, soybeans, peanuts, and corn in what used to be nothing but marshland. But the till top remains and on top of that hilltop one would find ruined remains of an old

I was just eighteen when I attended my first anime convention and crossplayed in public. The year was two thousand five and anime was still new in the west, as were anime conventions and publications that focused on the budding culture of the scene. It was something of a gilded age for us. The art flourished, and we were striking sparks in all directions. Social media was just starting to gain traction and grow from bud to bloom. And Tokyopop, a manga publishing company had reached the zenith of its popularity and power. Into this world of wonder I a young novice stepped with trembling legs and a sense of wonder. Now, the reason I was attending the convention in the first place, was not only to see the sights and the sounds of the fandom but to get messy as well. You see, I have a fetish, a strange fetish called “WAM” that stands for Wet and Messy. Think somebody getting pied in the face or getting covered with custard or yogurt. I had discovered that fetish while in Jr. High School

Gakkou no Kaiden: The Yurie of the Well Our next story dates back to the Taisho Period. Satoyama was first awarded the statues of a self-governing township in the Taisho Period. And the current school was built in the Taisho Period. Now when the school was first opened to the public the governor of Gifu Prefecture bestowed upon the new headmaster ten porcelain plates that were valued at a hundred yen a piece. The Headmaster then entrusted these ten porcelain plates to the newly elected president of the student council for safe keeping. Now the president of the student council was a upperclassman who was known for being something of a bully, he came from a powerful landowning family that owned all the prime rice growing land and many of the other students rented their small holdings from this father who had once been chief of the village but was now the mayor. In fact, many of his extended family members filled very important positions in the village. Including his younger brother

he school children of Satoyama enjoy a good ghost story. Ghost stories cool the blood and help keep one cool in the long summer months. The next story concerns a school teacher by the name of Himari Takashi who once taught at the local junior high school. Now Satoyama is a rural village, fewer than six thousand people reside within the village. And with it being so rural few people own cars. Himari Takashi was one of the handful of teachers who owned a car. She was known for being something of a reckless driver and often late for class. One day while driving to school she was going well beyond the speed limit of the village. As she rounded a corner a stray white cat walked in front of her speeding car, she had little time to hit the breaks and smashed into the cat, the cat rolled under the wheels of the car and its red blood smeared the tarmac. Since she was already late for class as she often was. Himari Sensei failed to stop and check on the cat or even use her phone to call the

Each summer the cheerleader's of Benton Academy pool their money together and take a little postseason trip before we kick off the summer training season. A good cheerleader program runs year around, we're either training, attending work-shops to improve our skills or hosting cheer clinics for upcoming cheerleaders. A good cheerleader program needs a constant inflow of fresh talent and talent is cultivated and nurtured after all. Anyway, each summer we take a little trip at the end of my junior year, we decided to all take a squad trip down to Orlando. I'm not going to lie, I needed a break. I wanted to get away from Benton for a while, and Orlando was a huge city, heck it was three times the size of Jackson, the state capital. The trip was a blast, and somehow on the second day of the trip I managed to score a ticket for “What Would you do? A popular thirty minute game show that aired on Nickelodeon. How do I know this? Well I babysit my little sister often enough to know what is

Gakkou no Kaiden: The Frosty Kiss of the Yuki-Onna Satoyama is a rural village located in the mountains. The mountains that surround Satoyama are heavily forested. And since the Edo period logging has been one of the oldest businesses of the village. Generations of young men have followed in their fathers footsteps and gone into the mountains to harvest the trees that grow there. Merchants from Tokyo pay a high dollar for the wood harvested from the mountainside. This story was told to me by my uncle, who was only seventeen at the time and an apprentice woodcutter. At the time he was assigned to help a master woodcutter named Haruto Suziki who was an old man whose hair had turned white as snow. And whose skin had begun to sag. His hearing too started to go and his strength was starting to fail him. But despite his advanced age he still had his wits about him and he was the most knowledgeable of the master woodcutters. For he knew all the trails and pitfalls of the mountain. And knew

Gakkou no Kaiden: The Wrath of the Kuchisake-Onna Have you heard the legend of the Kuchisake-Onna? If not then you're in for a treat. The legend is old and well known among the school children of Satoyama. According to rumors, there was once a very beautiful woman who once lived in Satoyama village. Being a very beautiful woman she often wore her hair down and often she wore a revealing dress that was hidden by a ruby red jacket. Now this woman was very vain and despite being married to the local police chief she was often seen hanging around the more unsavory sections of town. Often with one or two construction workers hanging at her side. And before long she started having an affair with the many construction workers that hung around the bars and taverns that dotted the outlying area of Satoyama Village. One night while her husband was working overnight at the police precinct she invited a few of her construction worker friends over to her house, and one by one she took them to her