In Japanese Folklore there are Six Different Classifications of Ghosts

It’s one thing to eventually come to terms with the fact that there are probably (maybe) spirits that walk amongst us, and to agree upon a common name for those spirits … “ghosts,” but in Japan it doesn’t just stop there. In Japanese folklore there are six (SIX!) different classifications for them.

The blanket term for ghosts in Japan is Yurei which translates to either “faint soul” or “dim spirit.” They are sometimes also referred to as Borei (ruined or departed spirits) or Shiryo (dead spirit). Similar to other cultures, the Japanese also believe these spirits to be trapped in limbo between earth and the unknown. The different classifications of these spirits are assigned based on how the person died, or what variables keep them attached to earth and unable to move on. Let’s take a look at all six:


These are the ghosts of people who died and then before successfully moving on were like, “wait, no, I need to go back and get revenge for something.” The name literally translates to “vengeful ghost” and they’re not very pleasant to encounter. The most infamous Onryo legend is the ghost of a young woman named Oiwa who was disfigured and killed by her husband and then came back for revenge. It’s said that even the telling (and reading) of her story could bring about a terrible curse (Um … sorry).


The ghost of a woman who died either during childbirth, or while her children were still young, this spirit is unable to find peace because they feel the need to stick around and make sure their children are cared for, which makes them the saddest classification of ghost by far. Or the most noble, depending on how you look at it.


More or less the Marie Antoinette of ghosts, these are the restless spirits of the upper class, or warriors, who stick around to haunt their enemies. If you happen to see one, try offering it some cake and see if it cheers up a bit. Who doesn’t like cake?


These restless spirits of people who died at sea would most likely be the most fun ghosts to get drinks with, just don’t let them talk you into going swimming … legend has it that they like to tempt people into drowning.


Stop for a minute and try to think of something more terrifying than the idea of being haunted by the ghosts of children. Nope. You can’t. Because there’s nothing in any given person’s imagination that could possibly be scarier than that. What lessens the scare-factor of this classification just the tiniest bit is that their favorite thing to do is flip pillows which, really, makes for one less chore to cross off your chores list.


Remember the movie The Grudge? That’s basically what this is. A super nasty earthbound spirit that has no real purpose or intention other than to creep around a house and scare everyone. No thanks!

Sweet dreams!

[Kelly McClure, Destination America, info and images from Yokai]

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I told my boyfriend about this, and he asked how you know that ghosts don’t poop on the tea towels.

ASKING THE HARD QUESTIONS. Admittedly we have a limited scientific pool to draw from but the leading theories in spectral studies are that ghosts are either imprints of the past, like a constantly looping .gif of reality, so they could only poop on the tea towels if they had in fact pooped on tea towels in the same location whilst still alive (in which case moving the tea towels should solve the problem) or they are aspects of a person which were unable to fully leave this dimension when their spiritual essence parted from their physical body, in which case they can’t poop at all because they no longer have buttholes fully immersed in this dimension.

My personal theory about why ghosts cannot poop on tea towels is that almost everyone, when they die, evacuates their bowels, meaning there’s no poop left for the ghost to hold onto and use later. And as everyone knows, when a ghost tries to eat or drink something (see extensive documentation from Disney, Warner Bros, et al) it just falls right through them, so they have no way of making any new poop. 

Thus, yet one more reason a local ghost is superior to an infestation of mice: no poop on the tea towels. 

So I lived in Sudan for two years and had never experienced anything supernatural until moving into our house there.

I should note first that I had never had constant nightmares waking me up every 30 minutes. But I did, and only when I was sleeping in that house. I was the only one who had these nightmares and they were awful.

The first odd incidents were the sounds of someone out in the hall. Almost every time I woke up, I thought I heard someone getting water from the thermos out there - a door opening, footsteps, the sound of something metal being unscrewed. I checked almost every single time and there was never anyone there.

The second incident was when I walked downstairs into the dark in the middle of the night and turned to look out at the room while turning on the light behind me. The bulb popped out, hit me in the back of the head, bounced off and shattered on the floor. Creeped out, I ran upstairs, tried to turn on the hall light, it burned out, burst into my parents’ room and flicked their ceiling light, it didn’t turn on. My mom woke up and turned on her lamp and that worked fine.

The last incident was when I was sleeping in my older brother’s room (it had the best AC) and his bed was by the door, with a small TV on the floor by his head, diagonally in the corner. Mine was across from the door, under the window. I was listening to music after waking up from another nightmare but I had a bad feeling and took my earphones out. There was the tapping that I had previously heard but it seemed louder. I got up, opened the door and my bad feeling got worse even before I saw that no one was there. I shut the door quickly and walked to the centre of the room before turning to listen. The tapping sounded like it was coming closer. Then there was a single, loud one on the door before it sounded like it was in the room.

I panicked, grabbed my blanket, phone and pillow and ran to my parents’ bedroom and, despite that they woke up and tried to calm me before going back to sleep, I was still terrified. I grabbed my phone to message a friend. Understand: my phone was an old flip phone with a button on the side so you could take a picture with it still closed.

Which is exactly what I accidentally did. When I was running out of the room, I had pressed the button. What I saw kept me from being willing to sleep for the following two weeks. The only sleep I got was when I physically couldn’t stay awake anymore. My mom eventually found out that it was because of the picture in my phone that I kept looking at. She deleted it.

My memory of what I had seen faded, the details were gone and I could sleep again but I remember, very clearly, that there was a young girl huddled in the corner behind the TV, looking up at me.

pink-cass  asked:

I'm sorry if this comes across as nosy, but would you be okay telling some of the things you've seen that made you believe in ghosts? (You can reply to me directly if you prefer. It's just that I'm really, really interested in ghosts, have been ever since I was little.)

Sure! I love talking about this spooky shit.

When I was little I didn’t believe in ghosts, but then I had a number of experiences and now firmly believe that there is something going on that just can’t be explained through science yet. Whether it be us seeing glimpses into an alternate dimension or something to do with time folding back and repeating, I feel like ghosts are definitely real. But I digress.

My experiences started when my family moved into the house we’re still living in today. I was pretty young. Under 10, maybe. I remember seeing figures moving around in the basement and being especially scared of the bathroom because I could see a man’s face in the corner of the mirror that hovered just on the edge of the bathtub. For the longest time I wouldn’t have a bath without the door open, and I used to have to really psyche myself up just to go into that room.

Over time I got pretty desensitized to it. I started to get really into ghosts after my family joked that it was “Buck”, a man who had lived in the house before us that died of a heart attack. I started to talk to it/him and try to prove that I was just seeing things out of the corner of my eye.

No such luck. I tried everything I could think of to get rid of seeing the face. We even completely overhauled the bathroom and painted it twice and I still saw it, and I was the only one to ever see it.

As time went on though and I got older, I eventually stopped seeing the face. It’s been years since I saw it last. I’m not sure what changed.

Another memorable time was when I was sitting at my computer one night and saw a massive black figure move through my scanner inches away from me and then through the wall. It was solid and I couldn’t see through it and had no distinguishable features. I remember screaming and crying to my brother though. It really shook me up at the time.

How can american ghost hunters talk with a ghost that doesnt speak english?
Like, they have special ghost language? do they learn every form of communication once they reach the ghost world? do they understand that they are trying to comunicate with those weird machines? can you communicate with the ghost of a baby who doesnt understand communication as a whole? can ghosts gain knowledge while theyre in the ghost world? can ghosts communicate with other ghost from different countries?
Ghosts man, theyre complicated.