Hasshaku

You were walking home after club-practice had gone on a bit to long. The sun had already set and your way was only illuminated by the streetlights leading back to your home.

Then suddenly, as you turned a corner, you nearly screamed out in horror as you looked up at a massive woman dressed in a dirty white mourning dress and a white sunhat. Her skin was a sickly grey, and as she turned her head to face you, her mouth extended past her cheeks. She didn't seem to be aggressive, however, simply looking down at you with a mournful expression.