In the second-floor bedroom, ear-piercing mocking laughter almost lifted the roof.
The Tomies laughed until tears welled up in their eyes. They rolled around on the bed together like schoolgirls on a field trip.
The laughter was brazen and full of vitality, overflowing with a cheerful atmosphere, as if tearing a rift through the gloom that had accumulated in this house for years.
In the first-floor bathroom, Kawakami Tomie hung silently in mid-air.
Her eyes had already lost their luster, her toes drooped weakly, and her lifeless figure interlaced with the shadows of the light, forming a bizarre silhouette.
The old-fashioned lightbulb emitted a faint "bzz-bzz" sound due to poor contact. A faucet that wasn't completely tightened dripped water, tapping against the tiles one drop at a time. Apart from this, there was no other sound.
The temperature dropped lower and lower. The chill was no longer flowing air, but a solidified entity, like deathly energy surging from deep underground mixed with angry malice, churning like boiling water.
Pop!
The lightbulb suddenly let out a bursting sound. Glass fragments fell like rustling rain, and darkness thoroughly swallowed this narrow space, leaving only the laughter seeping in through the crack in the door.
The withered hair wrapped around Tomie's neck began to squirm like living leeches, slowly loosening its shackles.
Thud!
The corpse fell limply to the ground, making a dull sound, its head twisted unnaturally to one side.
Those hairs retracted into that filthy black stain on the ceiling. The color of the stain became heavier, like an ink pool soaked in blood and resentment.
A viscous malice seeped out from there, pressing heavily into the air.
The edges of the stain no longer blurred but shrank inward like a living thing, seemingly permeating completely into the ceiling, corroding the wall body and spreading upward.
"Quick! Turn the page, let's see what other fun there is!"
The Tomies were completely unaware. Kawakami Tomie reached out and grabbed the notebook thrown on the bed.
She flipped backward.
"...Today, Takeo, who discovered this notebook, killed me. After torturing me repeatedly, he cut my whole body into a thousand pieces, then put my corpse into a plastic garbage bag and placed it in the ceiling..."
Why can a dead person write a diary?
No one cared about such trivial matters.
Finding nothing interesting there, Kawakami Tomie flipped back a few more pages.
"...The family of a salesman named Murakami moved into my home, acting as if it belonged to them, changing the appearance of the house beyond recognition...
Those guys look so happy and blissful. It is precisely because there are people like them who monopolize happiness that happiness will not favor me...
I first attacked the eldest daughter, Kanna, and killed her. I killed the eldest son, Tsuyoshi, and incidentally killed Tsuyoshi's cute girlfriend too... I killed the mother, Noriko... I killed the head of the household, Murakami Keiichi. The Murakami family is completely exterminated..."
Kawakami Tomie absent-mindedly scanned the killing content of the diary, then flipped back a few more pages. It was all Kayako's self-narration of what methods she used to kill what kind of people.
"Tch!"
Kawakami Tomie let out a scornful sound.
"It's all boring stuff."
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be frightened by this death note.
However, in Kawakami Tomie's memories, the variety of her deaths definitely exceeded Kayako's killing methods by a hundred times! A thousand times!
"It's normal. For this kind of lowly ugly woman, even if she dies, nothing will be different. Having finally gained power, she inevitably wants to accomplish things she was powerless to do in life—that is, killing those who are stronger and happier than herself."
The Tomie beside her fell to the right, lying flat on the double bed, and spoke in a mocking tone.
"Destroying others' happiness just because you can't obtain it yourself. A vulgar and boring approach."
Kawakami Tomie evaluated from a high vantage point; she didn't care about the killing itself.
But, it was too ordinary. Mere killing, that's all.
Kawakami Tomie was about to throw the notebook aside, but she suddenly changed her mind and flipped to the last page to look.
For some reason, it felt as if she absolutely had to do this.
"Today, four noisy women came to my dwelling. I hate them. I hate them more than any of those guys who broke into my home before. Every class has people standing at the top of the pyramid; they are the kind of guys who can act willfully and are more arrogant than anyone else..."
"I killed one of them. While she was combing her hair, I strangled her neck with my hair, hoisted her up, and strangled her to death. The way she struggled looked truly interesting..."
The last page was the very record of Kawakami Tomie being killed!
"Oh, that guy died."
Seeing the text on this page, the Tomies' reaction was very flat.
"First one to get taken out, how embarrassing."
"Pity, it was strangulation."
The Tomies' conversation was just like high school girls discussing where to eat dessert after school. Not only were their expressions flat, but they also carried a hint of disdain.
Strangulation... without major blood loss, she could revive in a few minutes.
"Croak... croak... croak..."
Just then, a bizarre sound rang out from inside the wardrobe at the foot of the bed.
It sounded like the moan of someone whose throat was blocked, or like bones twisting and rubbing together. The intermittent sound was exceptionally clear in the bedroom.
The three Tomies stopped their laughing and joking simultaneously. Sitting or lying down, they all turned their heads in unison to look at the source of the sound.
The door of the tightly closed old wardrobe suddenly slid open a crack. Looking in through the gap, the darkness was as thick as liquid.
A stream of gloomy malice flowed out like a physical substance, filling the entire bedroom.
Tomie's body began to tremble slightly, not out of fear, but from some more primal instinct.
"What... what the hell is that..."
Under the oppression of a massive malice, their bodies became stiff, and even breathing became somewhat difficult.
The wardrobe door was pushed open to a wider gap.
A pale figure, in an extremely unnatural posture, slowly crawled out of the wardrobe.
She wore a dirty white dress. Her black long hair draped down like seaweed. Her grayish-white face was covered in dried blood, her eyes were bloodshot and wide open, her gaze revealing naked malice and resentment as she stared dead at the three women in the room.
"Croak... croak..."
Kayako lay on the floor, her neck twisted at a bizarre angle. On all fours, like a giant humanoid spider, she slowly crawled toward them.
"Ugly woman..."
Kawakami Tomie looked at Kayako with disgust. She wanted to straighten her body, but she couldn't move due to the oppression of the aura.
And the sound she made caused Kayako's gaze to focus on her face.
Intense anger, strong jealousy. Kayako's gaze also carried some kind of power, oppressing Tomie's brain and squeezing Tomie's heart.
"Don't get too carried away, you lowly clown. For trash like you, there is only one attitude to have before me: shame for your own filth!"
Tomie forced herself to cover her incomparably heavy chest. Her eyes revealed a malice completely no less than Kayako's, clashing in the air.
"Croak... croak..."
Strange sounds emitted from Kayako's throat. Her twisted head turned slowly, her stain-covered white dress dragging across the floor as she crawled toward Kawakami Tomie in a distorted posture.
A gloomy chill injected itself into Kawakami Tomie's body.
From her ears, from her nasal cavity, from her eye sockets, from her mouth, from every pore—it drilled into Kawakami Tomie's body, freezing every one of her muscles. The surrounding air carried a fishy, damp, moldy smell, wrapping around Kawakami Tomie's body.
"Get lost...! Get away! Disgusting ugly ghost!"
Tomie tried to move backward, but her hands and feet felt as if they were filled with lead; even lifting a finger was exceptionally difficult.
Kayako crawled onto that double bed.
She extended a pale, bloated hand, the fingernails filled with black grime, and grabbed Tomie's ankle.
"Don't use your dirty hand—!"
Crack!
The instant before her voice faded, the sound of bones shattering was exceptionally clear. Under Kayako's claw, Tomie's ankle snapped like a withered branch.
"Hss—!"
Tomie threw her head back in pain, squeezing a gasp from her throat, but it immediately turned into a trembling sneer.
"Classless ugly monster... Stop touching me with that dirty hand of yours..."
There was not the slightest fear, only the body's instinctive reaction and contemptuous spitting.
You are nothing special. Compared to your violence, your filthy and ugly touch hurts me more.
Kawakami Tomie seemed to speak these words in silence.
In a split second, the gloomy and stifling atmosphere boiled over like boiling water.
Just like Kayako's anger; that mocked fury turned into an invisible fire, burning Kayako's self-esteem.
Kayako's grayish-white face became twisted and ferocious. Those bloodshot eyes stared dead at Tomie's face.
She crawled up along Tomie's body, raised that icy palm, fumbled over Tomie's cheek, and roughly pried open her jaw.
Fingernails inserted into Tomie's oral cavity, scraping against the upper palate, bringing a wave of nauseating sensation of a foreign object.
Snap—
The scalp-numbing sound of bone cracking rang out abruptly.
Tomie's mandible was pried open to an unnatural angle. Her skin and muscles were brutally torn apart, the corners of her mouth splitting almost to the roots of her ears. Gushing fresh blood dyed her neck and the bedsheet red.
Tomie's eyes bulged wide from the intense pain, and her body convulsed violently, but she was pressed dead onto the bed by Kayako's power.
Kayako did not stop. She thrust her blood-stained fingers in along the torn wound, dug deep into Tomie's throat, and pulled down with force.
Rip—!
More blood sprayed out. Kawakami Tomie's throat, along with part of her trachea, was roughly torn open, leaving only a mangled, bloody cross-section at her neck.
That beautiful head tilted back helplessly, and those eyes that were always full of arrogance gradually lost their luster.
Kayako released the limp corpse, turned her twisted head, and fixed her bloodshot eyeballs on the other two Tomies on the bed.
"Ah! She got killed again!"
A Tomie clicked her tongue, shouting exaggeratedly.
"So troublesome, there's blood everywhere."
The other Tomie frowned, speaking with displeasure.
With this much blood, at least five or six counterfeits could be born.
This indifferent attitude turned Kayako into an embodiment of rage. She couldn't comprehend why Kawakami Tomie could be so composed. She now only wanted to tear Kawakami Tomie's face to shreds, so that composed face could never appear again.
Kayako extended both hands and pinned down both sides of a Tomie's head.
Under the face obscured by long hair, a twisted smile cracked open.
Bang!
Accompanied by a muffled sound that seemed to ring within the chest cavity, Tomie's temples collapsed inward, and her eyeballs bulged outward due to the change in intracranial pressure.
A mixture of red and white splattered onto Kayako's pale cheeks and dirty white dress. That beautiful head deformed under her palms like a crushed fruit.
The Tomie still alive looked at the two broken corpses beside her and sighed,
"Making a mess everywhere."
She complained, her voice exceptionally calm in the deathly silent room.
"Do you know it's very troublesome to clean up? That guy won't allow a cleaner to come over either. Tch! What a rotten do-gooder."
Kayako, however, paid no heed to Kawakami Tomie's complaints. Her hands grabbed Tomie's two calves.
Riiiip—!
Kayako pulled her arms apart. Accompanied by a hair-raising tearing sound, Kawakami Tomie's body was split into two halves from crotch to neck. Fresh blood and internal organs spilled out, falling onto the bedsheet below.
For a moment, the bedroom became thoroughly quiet.
The corpses of three Tomies were displayed in various twisted postures. A mess of red and white, internal organs flowing out; the heavy smell of blood overpowered the original moldy smell, and the aura of death filled the entire space.
Kayako lay prone in the center of the pool of blood, her white dress already dyed dark red.
She tilted her head, smiling bizarrely and triumphantly, emitting that "croak-croak" strange cry from her throat.
She won.
She had killed these intruders, these arrogant and beautiful women whom she detested to her bones.
But... why was there not the slightest pleasure?
A hollowness, as if she had gained nothing, appeared in Kayako's heart.
The looks in those women's eyes before they died held no fear, only endless mockery and contempt.
As if everything she did was nothing more than a clumsy performance.
Creak—
At this moment, the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.
Kayako turned her head in astonishment. The woman who should have died appeared before her eyes, alive and well.
"My! Are they all dead? This is too dirty, isn't it? Is this place even livable?"
Kawakami Tomie stepped into the bedroom filled with the smell of blood. While gently rubbing her neck, she roasted with dissatisfaction.
The guy who died? Why can she appear here alive?
Kayako could feel that the corpse in the bathroom was gone. The Kawakami Tomie before her eyes was precisely the one she had killed earlier.
Did she not die completely and came back to life? Then kill her again!
Kayako's figure vanished from her spot.
In the next second, a sinister aura pressed tight against Kawakami Tomie's back.
Tomie inexplicably felt her skin tighten like a balloon being inflated, her bones making sounds of being overburdened.
Bang—
Like a ripe fruit bursting from within, or a balloon filled with water exploding, Kawakami Tomie's body split open from the center. Shooting fresh blood, minced meat, and internal organs went everywhere—on the ceiling, on the walls, on the floor, it was all sticky red.
And Kayako appeared in Kawakami Tomie's position, covered in blood red, revealing a smile full of malice.
Now, surely they must all be completely dead.
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