After a disastrous encounter with the supernatural took him out of high school and left him cursed, Keitaro has finally pulled his life back together. Except he still sees spirits, and a young girl named Yayoi has no issue with exploiting that for her own ends.
Boy, I guess we just don’t care about PTSD in this world? Or at least nobody seems to, as Keitaro just lets himself get dragged into a bunch of horror stories along with the kind of awful Yayoi, who knows his issues and just ignores them to further her own ends.
To be fair, they give Yayoi a pretty good reason for wanting to use whatever and whoever she can, but Keitaro is both helpless against these things and a magnet for them, so even with Yayoi he’s basically a walking meal who may or may not get his bacon saved. The story seems to want to play this for laughs, but it’s way too silly for my taste.
I certainly like the horror stuff. The urban legend about the phone booth is fun, the cursed dolls section is particularly effective because it has some really icky visuals based around something that I’ve always found nasty as all get out. The shrine for miscarried babies does pull a lot of punches, but in retrospect that’s almost certainly for the best.
And the art does some really nice two-page spreads and keeps things pretty solid during the brief flurries of action that punctuate the storytelling. Minus one glaring person, the art is really well done and crisp. It’s certainly not the worst thing I’ve read lately, at least part of the time.
However, this story is simply trying too hard. That’s the problem. Yayoi’s design is entirely too garish to do anything but distract (she has the distinction of having the worst shoes of any manga character I have ever seen) and when you compare this to other horror manga like Kurosagi Corpse Delivery Service or Mieruko-chan? Oh no.
Yayoi is a lot of the story’s problem, honestly. Back to her design - the whole double pupil design is one thing, but the way her eye… markings(?)… make them both look like skulls is a little much. Doubly so with how normal Keitaro and his friend, and Yayoi’s cousin, Eiko look. It’s like creepy got dressed in a clown car.
I get the need to inject levity into things, but the joking around here is so over the top that it’s a real distraction. It doesn’t help that they have a legitimate catchphrase they yell when they get in the car, which makes me feel like this should be a Saturday morning cartoon from the 80s, except the horror sections go way too far, so the pivot, one of those things that always concerns me in a story like this, is waaaaay too extreme.
I wish they did more with Eiko too, who basically exists to chauffeur and involve Keitaro until the reveal at the end. She has one moment where she goes real creepy for a panel, but in that instance they don’t make enough of it.
The story is trying really hard to make Keitaro the reluctant hero, suggesting that he has an affinity for all the things he’s trying to avoid, but it still can’t disabuse the notion that he’s being used for what he has, not appreciated for who he is.
Honestly, I probably would have enjoyed seeing him overcome his trauma and get back on his feet in life after his accident more than what happens here. He’s too tormented and the girls are too excited to exploit him. If that doesn’t bug you, it’s a good time.
3 stars - I don’t like one of the two main characters all that much and if I want a taste of Japanese horror I already listed two better examples. If you need a new entry in this genre, sure, it’s okay, the actual horror is quite strong, it’s just the trappings that are not. But I don’t think this will scare up a second volume from me.