There are very few things I'm scared of. The dentist. Losing my dog. And the severed mouth woman.
I was an elementary school kid in Tokyo in the 80s, and I was convinced that the severed mouth woman lived on my street. She would be walking my way on the narrow road home between the train station and my parents' house, wearing a white face mask to cover her scary ass mouth. And she would ask me, "Am I pretty?" And that's where the horror starts.
If you say NO, she'll get mad and kill you.
If you say YES, she'll take her mask off, reveal her fucked up mouth (kinda like Ichi the Killer's, it's slashed from ear to ear), and say: "Even now??" And kill you.
The right answer, according to the much-whispered rumors at school, was to say: "You're okay." That response doesn't aggravate her one way or the other. And then to yell "Pomade, pomade, pomade!" and run like hell. Pomade is killer mouth woman's kryptonite.
Legend has it that the woman was once a beautiful maiden, but that her wicked sisters or stepmom got jealous and slashed her mouth open.

Poor Lisa. I don't think I would have survived a trip down my street at that age thinking about that story. Hopefully you're less scared of her now. I swear I saw a horror short about this once... With your fear running through me I almost didn't want to watch the little clip!
Posted by: Jenanime | July 28, 2007 at 12:58 PM