How I Was Murdered by a Fox Monster
reassurance but his face was stone cold. “Akito?” I asked again.
He grabbed me by the shoulder to stop me from fleeing and held the knife to my face.
“I'm so sorry Daisuke, but I don't think we have any other choice.”
“What? What are you talking about Akito?”
“I'm so sorry Daisuke,” he apologized.
“What, so this is it?” I said. My eyes flicked from the knife to his face which wasn't giving anything
away. “Don't tell me that I'm going to die here?”
They say that your life flashes before your eyes once you know you're going to die. I could see it all
before me in the reflection of Akito's cold hard blade. I was standing under the cherry blossoms at my
elementary school entrance ceremony, eating cake at my sister's wedding, outside praying that the
monster wouldn't come tonight.
I'm sorry, you don't know what I'm talking about do you? I've become so immersed in this world
that I often forget that regular people don't know about the monsters lurking right under their noses.
Maybe it's best if I explain to you the events of that morning, or the previous month, or from my first
day of high school?
No, that still wouldn't be far enough. How about we go way back? Let's start from the beginning.
Let's go back to the day when I learned about Obake and the fox monster for the first time.
I was five years old sitting in my Grandfather's study watching as he dusted the shelves. I used to
follow him like a shadow back then. Normally he'd try to keep me amused by pulling funny faces or
putting the duster on his head and pretending to be a peacock, but that day was different. That day he
was a man on a mission and there was nothing to laugh about.
"Do you remember what I told you about the Obake Daisuke?" He asked.
Obake? I thought to myself. I stared up at my grandfather who was patiently waiting. I tilted my
head and racked my brain for an answer, but my mind came up blank.
"Obake?" I questioned, wondering if it was a type of food.
He sighed and returned his attention to the bookshelf in front of him. Grandpa's study was amazing
back then. It was full of numerous books and scriptures, some of them hundreds of years old. He