When phantom footsteps echo behind you on a lonely Japanese road, the only thing standing between you and an invisible stalker is knowing the right words to say.
When phantom footsteps echo behind you on a lonely Japanese road, the only thing standing between you and an invisible stalker is knowing the right words to say.
On dark mountain roads across Japan, travelers report hearing phantom footsteps matching their pace — wooden sandals clicking against stone, always just behind, never quite catching up.