The cluster of Jizo statues shuddered darkly, then began to move slowly, their motions stiff and eerie, closing in on Kamiyagawa.
Perhaps due to their age, many of the stone carvings were covered in thick layers of moss and vines. The once gentle expressions of the Jizo now appeared grotesque and horrifying, their hollow, lifeless eyes staring directly ahead. The gaze of the statues landed on him with a palpable weight, as though stones were being hurled, striking his body with dull thuds.
"Hee-hee." "Hee-hee."
Among the statues' heavy footsteps, the laughter of children echoed.
Kamiyagawa could see a swarm of ghostly infants, cackling as they surged forward alongside the Jizo statues.
These ghostly infants had disproportionately large heads, which hung heavily on their necks. Snaking, grotesque purple veins spread from their foreheads, across their cheeks, and onto their entire bodies.
