Am I beautiful?
I wear a white mask that covers my long disgusting tongue.
Blood bubbles come from my mouth as I ask my question. My long black hair is covered in children's blood.
I can see you shaking as you are lost at what the right answer is. My knives swing side to side as I hold on to your warm body.
For if you answer no to my question I will chop your head clean off.
Foolish human, I used to be beautiful until I died.
You answer yes to my question and I will make you beautiful, just like me.
Am I beautiful?
Written by I love scary stories
This story is based of a Japanese urban legend.