Have any of you heard of Aokigahara forest in Japan? The “Sea of Trees” as it’s known among locals. It’s a forest at the base of Mount Fuji that’s known for its rocky caverns and various tourist attractions. But the forest brings another kind of attraction that isn’t so attractive. Suicide. This forest has consumed the lives of over 500 people since the 1950’s. in 2004 alone, 108 people took their own lives in this place. This didn’t make any sense to me. I couldn’t make sense of all these suicides in one location. I was an author, looking for inspiration in a new horror story I was writing. I had to go for myself to see what it was that was causing this.
I arrived at Prestwick airport at 5 AM, ready for my fight to Shizuoka airport. It was a cold morning, nothing unusual for a morning in November in Scotland. But this cold was different. It pierced through my skin; I could feel it crawling under me, wading through my muscular tissue, in-between my nerves. As I made it through customs and finally made it on to the plane, I sat down and took out my iPod. “Moonlight Sonata” seemed appropriate. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I awoke, standing completely still, unable to move, in the middle of a strange forest. All I could hear was “Moonlight Sonata” in the air of the forest. As I looked around I could notice people. They just stood. Dotted all around the forest, staring straight ahead. Some staring in my direction, others looking away. Some weren’t facing me at all. But from what I could see of the ones looking at me filled me with a feeling I couldn’t get rid of. I could feel their pain. I could feel the agony they felt, I could lose myself in the hopeless emptiness of their eyes. They cried silently. Tears trickled down their face like rain on a car window. I could see them try to make noise. But nothing came out. I noticed one in the distance bend over and pick up a rock. He slowly stood up and lifted the rock to his head. I tried to shout. But there was not a sound. He pulled his arm back and slammed the rock against his head. I had never heard a sound like it before. There was a horrendous crack that could only be the fragments of his skull cracking in his head. He could barely lift the rock anymore. But he did. He lifted it above his head, lying on the ground and smashed it against his temple. He instantly died. His body twitched slightly as it laid there, blood seeping out of his freshly opened head.
I noticed another, this time this person was looking at me. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a razor blade. She slowly brought the blade to her wrist. As she sliced open her wrist, I could hear everything happening to her. I heard the blade slice through her skin, cut into her veins, I could hear the blood gushing out of her wrist. She brought the blade to her neck, with what little strength she had, and started sawing at her jugular. She choked on the blood that was writhing out of her body. The blood was a strange thick black colour. As she fell to the ground, I noticed more people around the forest started taking their own lives. Some with guns, others with a noose, I even saw one disembowel herself. And all I could do was stand there. Watching these people kill themselves. And then I saw some children. I closed my eyes, there was no way I could watch what I thought was about to happen. But as I closed my eyes I could still see them. I reached up at my eyes to feel, and my eyelids were shut, nothing was making any sense. One child walked right up to me and looked in my eyes for what felt like an eternity. He handed me a gun. The child started to cry as he looked at me. I slowly lifted the gun to my head. I felt the cold steel against my head. I felt my finger slowly squeezing the trigger, and then it fired.
I jumped on the plane, startling people around me. I had a headache. “Moonlight Sonata” was still playing on my iPod. My heart was racing. What had I just experienced? Was this the famous “Sea of Trees” I was here to visit? Who knows. It was just a dream though. Dreams are always messed up. It appeared that we were to be arriving at Shizuoka airport in the next 10 minutes. I changed my clocks to match the Japanese time zone and packed my things. The plane landed. I got off and headed towards Mount Fuji, roughly 50 miles away from the airport. As I sat on the coach to the hotel, all I could think about was the dream that I had. I couldn’t get rid of that feeling that I felt when I was amongst those people. Shortly later we arrived at the hotel. I got off, got my things, got my room key and headed to my room. I collapsed on the bed, and shut my eyes just for a quick sleep.
I awoke again. This time I awoke running through the forest. There was signs dotted all over the forest, begging people to reconsider what they are doing, telling them to think about their families and friends. I was frantically running through the forest. Running from something. I was furiously dashing through, dodging roots that almost looked like they were trying to trip me up. There was people everywhere, standing completely still with their eyes locked onto mine. I kept running, refusing to look behind me. I kept passing more signs as I ran through, but the signs were getting more and more disturbing. They eventually started to read “Fucking do it” and “End it all”. The people everywhere started to cry as I kept on running. I finally reached a small portion of the forest that had no trees. It was a small clearing that was circular in shape; there was a small pool in the middle, filled with bodies. As I slowly walked towards the bodies, one of them was horrendously familiar. It was my best friend, Scott. I fell to the ground, clutching my face as I sobbed. I looked back down at him. All of a sudden his eyes shot open and stared into mine. He slowly stood up out of the water and stared at me. He lunged out to grab me and as he reached me I awoke.
I woke with a tear soaked pillow. I stood up and looked out my window. It was 7 AM Japan time. I could see the forest. I wiped my eyes and went to the shower. As I stood there with the water beating down on me, everything seemed to move in slow motion. I could feel every individual drop of water hit my body, every single slight change in temperature between the droplets. I got out and got myself dried. I got changed and got myself ready to head out. I walked to the forest, apparently no buses go there, the forest has a long history in Japanese folklore of being cursed by ancient “Demons” and what not. I reached the entrance to the forest. Everything was strangely familiar. This had to be the forest that I saw in my dreams. I stood for a second and just stared in at it. I walked in.
I slowly made my way through the forest, noticing some of the signs I had seen in my dreams. Signs that read “Life is a precious thing!” and “Please reconsider”. The forest was quiet. I had read that the thick density of the trees and lack of wildlife meant that there was not much sound in the forest. As I slowly entered the forest, I reached a certain point where there was a sudden rush of despair all over me. My heart started racing. I turned round to head back to find someone standing still, staring at me. I fell to the ground. I turned around and started to run. After about 10 seconds of running as fast as I could I tripped and hit the ground. I felt my face slam off the mud and dead leaves that covered the ground. I slowly lifted my gaze to find myself surrounded by a circle of people, children and adults alike, all staring at me. I looked down to find myself in a small pool, surrounded by the bodies of everyone I had ever loved. It was such a small area, yet somehow all of the bodied managed to fit, they all just lay there, with completely white eyes staring up. Strangely all I could hear in my head was “Moonlight Sonata”. I stood up and looked around at everyone. They all had disturbing smiles on their faces, staring right at me. A child walked forward and whispered in my ear “check your pocket”. I reluctantly slid my hand in my pocket and found a sharp piece of obsidian. She then whispered “Go on, he wants you to do it.” I brought the sharp fragment of volcanic rock to my throat. The smiles on everyone grew more and more intense; I could feel that they all were desperate for me to do it. I knew what was coming. I closed my eyes and pushed the rock into my throat. It sliced right into my jugular, severing arteries as I sawed away. I slowly fell to the ground, blood pouring out. The pool slowly grew red with the blood that seeped from my throat. I looked up towards the top of the trees. Despite it being early, not much light could get through. I slowly began to close my eyes. I felt them close and then it began to rain. I felt it hitting off my face, entering my wound in my neck, soaking my body. I opened my eyes. I was surrounded by people.
One of them held out a hand. I slowly reached up and grabbed it, he helped me up. They reformed a circle except they had walked back a bit, making the circle bigger. The small child who was taunting me held out an open hand. I entered the circle and held hands on either side of me. I wasn’t scared anymore. I just stood there, blood pouring out of my body. We held hands and they all looked at me. I felt an icy cold breathing down my neck, I couldn’t turn round. I heard a voice whisper to me. It was the strangest voice I had ever heard. There was two different pitches to it at the same time. It reached round and grabbed my pulsating throat, and whispered “Well done”.
Credit To – Chezz