Bloody Muscle Body Builder in Hell

Late 1960s

Somewhere in Tokyo

I can't believe it.

I won't permit it.

You want to marry that girl?

You belong to me.

And I won't give you to anyone.

Wow, there's so much blood.

It hurts...

It's me.

Bloody Muscle Builder to Hell

30 years later

Hello, Wakabayashi speaking.

Yes... Mika?

It's been a long time.

Huh, what photo?

A photo of the house?

It's somewhere around here.

Oh, OK. I'll look for it.

So your job is going well?

I've been having trouble finishing the article

on haunted houses I told you about before.

Did you collect all of those photos

with ghosts in them?

No, I Photoshopped them all.

I see.

What else do you write?

Mostly features for girls' magazines...

What about you, Naoto?

Has anything changed since then?

Oh, yeah. I quit my job.

When?

A year ago.

Shortly after we broke up.

So what are you doing now?

Not much... Oh, I took up

muscle-building six months ago.

A man's gotta have muscles.

You're really not doing anything?

My parents died young.

I don't have anyone to look after.

I plan to take it easy for a while.

I see.

Hey, let's find somewhere to sit.

Here's the ghost photo

that you wanted.

Yeah, this is the one.

It gave me the chills

the first time I saw it.

Is this house still standing?

Yeah, it's pretty beat-up though.

Do you live there?

No, I didn't even know about it

until my dad died.

I don't know the specifics, but my dad

had it built quite a long time ago.

I found one other photo from

around the same time.

The man...

That's my dad.

He looks just like you.

Who's the woman..

your mom?

No, I have no idea.

Probably an old girlfriend.

Got a light?

No.

Did you know that one cigarette can

eliminate 25-75mg of vitamin C in your body?

Not good if you want to stay pretty.

Hey, will you show me inside

the house sometime?

I want it to be the focus of

my article.

I'd advise against it.

That weekend, we went to the

troubled house in Mika's car.

Mika brought along a psychic

named Mizoguchi.

Is the house a shambles inside?

No, it's clean.

- Have a can of coffee.

- Thank you.

Hey, have you ever been

in the house?

Yeah, I took my barbell there

last month.

I thought I'd clean it up

and use it as a gym.

There's enough space there for

a lot of training equipment.

That's a fine idea.

Exercising with ghosts

is a good hobby.

There's no such thing as ghosts.

I take it that you don't see them.

If I can't see them,

I don't care.

It's no different

as if they're not there.

Someone is watching us from

the house.

I feel the gaze.

I sense a malevolent presence.

There's something inside that house.

The lights still work.

Don't bother to take off your shoes.

What's in there?

The basement.

Take a look.

Maybe later.

This is the kitchen and over there is

the living room. Further on is the bathroom.

Amazing.

This is it.

"Amazing... This is it."

Cut it out.

It's really musty in here.

Don't let in any light from

the outside.

I'll have to beg your forgiveness, sir.

Do you feel anything?

I feel a presence throughout

the house.

There's something about this room.

Perhaps a young woman.

She harbors a bitter grudge.

Let's try to summon her.

Come out, I know you're here.

Come out.

Welcome home.

What happened?

I don't remember.

I don't like situations like this.

Damn, I don't know what's going on.

Should we call a mechanic?

Let's get the psychic to fix it

when he wakes up.

What? I doubt he can.

Sure; he'll use his supernatural powers.

Are you all right?

A clock fell on your head.

I thought you were dead.

A clock?

I was standing in the

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