This is the urban legend in Japan about the mannequins.
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Gathering Mushrooms
My house was in the countryside.
In autumn, I often went gathering mushrooms on the hill at the back.
When I was an elementary school student, I did with my grand father and he told me where we could get a lot of mushrooms. After being a junior high school student, I went alone or with my friends.
One day, it was Sunday, so we went gathering mushroom with a friend.
We gathered mushrooms smoothly and I started thinking about going home soon. Then the friend screamed and pulled back there.
Terrible Sight
At first, I thought he cut his leg with branches because it was common. However, he was looking up. So I looked up too.
There were hanging corpses. Two corpses!
I realized that I can not make a voice when I am really surprised. I retreated and could not do anything because of panic. However, I noticed that they were not real corpses but mannequins.
“For mischief, it is too much!”
I went down despite complaining. After coming home, we explained that to my father. And again, my father, friend, and I headed there with stepladder and branch mist scissors.
My father climbed the stepladder and my friend and I suppressed it.
My father cut the neck ropes smoothly and the mannequins fell down.
“Let’s dump them quickly”
Once, we brought them to the barn of my house.
To dump the mannequins…
We thought that we might be misunderstood if we dumped them as they were. So we decided to crush into pieces not to know human shape.
We removed their tattered clothes.
Then, something was written in red letters on the belly of one mannequin.
“The man who dropped this mannequin dies.”
When we watched that, everyone trembled.
However, my father removed the one piece dress of another mannequin. Also there were red letters on the belly.
“The most loved one by the man who dropped this mannequin loves dies.”
My father calmed us down ,said
“Go buying some juice.”
and kick out from the barn. While we went somewhere, he crashed them into pieces and dump.
Since then, the story is taboo with my father and my friend.
I do not want to say that so I will type here…
It is most painful
“The most loved one dies”