I
heard my first classic Japanese horror story probably sometime in my
high school Japanese class. It was the story of Hoichi, the blind biwa
player who was tricked into playing his version of the battle of the
Heike for ghosts. The ending then has a Buddhist priest writing sutras
all over Hoichi so the ghosts won’t haunt him any longer, but the
Buddhist priest forgets to write sutras on Hoichi’s ears, so the ghost
rips of the ears of Hoichi because without the protection, the ears was
the only thing the ghost could see. The ghost takes the ears as proof
that he tried to get Hoichi, and Hoichi lives the rest of his life blind
and ear-less (though he can hear if I remember the story correctly).
I
found this story to be rather perplexing. While it certainly has the
trappings of a horror story with ghosts and the ripping off of ears, I
never found this story scary. Mainly because if ghosts haunt blind
people who are master biwa players, I am pretty much safe. The horror
that I found with most scary stories I grew up with is the elements in
those stories were based on the idea that I should be afraid because the
“monster” in the story could get me, and do horrible things to me. The
majority of Japanese horror stories seem to be so separated from the
common person that I had a hard time believing that anyone would find
this scary.
Coming
upon Halloween, and living in Japan, I decided to check out more modern
Japanese horror and see if I could maybe relate it back to classic
Japanese horror and see if it could help me understand the “horror” of
it. I came upon the story Enigma of Amigara Fault
(click link to read yourself!) and it dawned on me where the true
“horror” is in Japanese horror. In the Enigma of Amigara Fault, what is
scary is the idea of someone you know and/or love giving in to something
that could not only hurt them, but kill them. How scary that
irresistible urge is to give in to something that they very well know
could be the end of their lives (or something worse). The more I think
about that, and the more I abstract it out of its original context, I
realised that the whole “irresistible urge” could be so easily applied
to a loved one with a drug problem, or something else that can be
tantalizingly harmful. It is then it came to me, Japanese horror isn’t
scary because it could happen to you, but Japanese horror is scary
because it preys on the common foibles that all people have.
Take
the story of Hoichi: while on the surface it is just a story about a
blind biwa player being taken advantage of by ghosts, it can also be a
tale about how being too trusting can lead to an unfortunate situations,
even with help (or perhaps due to help). It is the observations on
these common aspects of humanity that can give both classic and modern
takes on Japanese horror their timelessness and scariness. The horror
comes from realising that the tragic characters, despite their best
efforts, couldn't escape their fate because of the common human traits
we all can share. People would like to think that if they are put into a
a scary situation they could escape, but Japanese horror seems to be
all about showing that through just being human, they are fated to
succumb in the end.
I
think the reason I have enjoyed Japanese horror, and why I felt the
need to explore what makes it appealing, is because the scariness, at
the heart of it, is more existential and psychological than just scary
due to the threat it could imply on the audience’s life. Maybe because
of the existential nature of this terror that leads me to think maybe
these classic tales of Japanese monsters, ghosts, and other creepy
phenomenons are somehow connected to the terror that comes with the
earthquakes, typhoons, and other natural disasters that hit Japan. Much
like those classic scary tales, natural disasters can hit with no rhyme
or reason (despite what some misguided people may think) and hurt people
that may not even “deserve it.” Maybe those horror stories then offer a
sort of escape from people’s troubles, but in a way that still relates
to their real fears in life. And that, in my opinion, can be the best
sort of stories.
We have nothing to fear but relatives coming to visit (not you, honorable son).
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