Wishing Someone Dead

Wishing Someone Dead is a scary riddle about a boy who believes he has the ability to kill people with his thoughts. It is one of the “cryptic Japanese horror stories” that is “scary when you understand the meaning”. You have to think about the story and figure out what is really going on. If you can’t get it, you’ll find the solution in the comments section below.

Have you ever been so angry at someone that you wished they were dead? I think everybody must experience that feeling at some point in their lives, but what if that wish became reality?

The first time I remember it happening was when I was in kindergarten. I had a fight with one of the other boys in my class. The next day, he died. I thought it was just a coincidence.

When I was in elementary school, I had a teacher who had a bad temper. One day, for no reason, he punished me severely. He beat me with a cane until my backside was black and blue. I cried myself to sleep that night, all the while thinking to myself, “I wish that teacher was dead.” The next day, when I arrived at school, they told me the teacher had died.

When I was in junior high school, all the members of a group of bullies who had been harassing me suddenly died. By then, I was convinced of it. I have the ability to kill someone just by wishing they were dead.

I was afraid. I couldn’t tell anyone. To have some peace of mind, I thought that I would have to go through life, being very careful not to get angry with anyone.

Still, some time after I started high school, I had an argument with a group of my friends. I tried my best not to be angry with them. It didn’t do any good. They all died.

I was horrified. It seemed that people would die even if I didn’t strongly wish for it.

Depressed and distraught, I decided to confide in my mother. I couldn’t stop crying as I told her that I had the ability to kill people with my thoughts.

My mother was surprised. She didn’t believe it at first, but when I told her about all of the people around me who had died, she gradually came to accept that it was true.

When my father came home from work, she talked to him about it.

Both of my parents smiled at me and said, “That must be very hard for you. We know you’re a good boy. We know you would never really wish to harm anyone, especially not your own parents.”

I was glad I could talk to them about it. I thanked my father and my mother for being so understanding. It was a great relief to have that burden off my shoulders.

That night, when I went to bed, I slept peacefully for the first time in months.

However, the next morning, when I woke up, the house was strangely quiet.

I found my father and mother upstairs, lying dead in their beds.