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zegalba · 9 months

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Kingyobu, ("goldfish club") repurposes old phone booths into public fish tanks in Osaka, Japan (2011)

#Kingyobu #goldfish club #art #phone booth #japan #osaka #goldfish fish #installation #2011

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mrmicron · 2 years

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The Phone Booth

The phone booth that resides on the edge of the marsh has a story, passed down through generations. Some say that it once stood in the middle of an old city, lost through time. Others say that it’s a secret passageway to a forgotten cove. Well, this story will reveal the truth about those rumors. Around 100 years ago, there once was a small town, with a very small population. The phone booth stood in the middle of said town. People ignored it, not really knowing what it was. The fear of even looking at it gave an eerie feeling to those who did. The townsfolk swore that they could hear a voice of a little boy, asking for help. No one knew who it was or why it did speak. All they knew was to stay away from it. Now kids obviously didn’t listen to their elders and they played inside. One afternoon, a little girl and her family approached the farmer’s market, which happened to be close to the phone booth. As they passed it, she glanced at it. Her mother had warned her not to go near it but never explained why. Naturally, she wasn’t going to listen. Slipping away while her parents were viewing the produce, the little girl approached the booth. She opened the door and the phone inside began to ring. Her interest piqued, she carefully closed the door and lifted the phone from its holder. Staring at the phone, the girl tilted her head.

“Hello!” a voice spoke eagerly.

Her eyes widened in surprise. To the girl, it sounded like a younger boy, around five.

“It’s been so long since I’ve spoken to someone. Do you think you could keep me company,” he asked, his voice full of sorrow. “Um- Okay!” The girl replied. She didn’t want the boy on the phone to be lonely, so they spoke, talking about a variety of topics. Before they knew it, the sky had begun to darken as dusk arrived. The girl took notice and frowned slightly. “I should go. My mom might be worried!” The boy sighed wearily. “Aw, I really liked talking to you. Why don’t you stay for a bit longer?” The phone booth began to shake, sending the girl into a panic. “Better yet,” the boy’s voice got deeper and raspier, “why not stay with me forever!” By then, the phone booth was shaking so violently that the phone slipped from her hand. As soon as she let go, the shaking stopped. She took the opportunity to scamper out, but when she did, she was greeted by a barren marsh. Not a trace of the town she once lived in. Turning back to the phone booth, her skin paled a ghostly white. It was run down, covered in rust, moss, and vines. The girl trembled with confusion and fear, tears rolling down her cheeks. An anguished wail reverberated in her throat. She was all alone, no sign of human life. No one to hold and comfort her, no place to call home, and no one to hear her screams.

#short story #idk even know what this is myself tbh #class assignment #the phone booth #horror or some shit

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hauntedbystorytelling · 6 months

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