Scaring Up A Cup Of Joe In Hiroshima

While Jeremy is finishing up at recruiting school, I’ve been trying squeeze in as much of Japan as possible. Today, to help inspire my writing, I visited a bar/ café that I had heard of briefly in an article. It is called Bateren Horror Kissaten and it’s located on the far side of Hiroshima. I knew it would be creepy because of the name but I definitely surprised at how creepy this place would end up being.

In order to even get to the café, you have to go up one of Japan’s famously tiny roads that weaves it way through a golf course. I actually drove past the café at first because the parking lot is a bit away from the café. I parked the car and was blown away at the view of the valley below.

View from the parking lot

Then I turned around and realized I had to walk through the woods a bit in order to get to the café. Normally that wouldn’t phase me, but I was alone, in a foreign country, and I have seen too many horror movies that were set up in similar scenarios. Of course, the odd things set up in the woods didn’t help make me feel at ease. Nor did the crab that attacked me help. Yes, I was attacked by a crab in the woods on a mountain heading to a horror café… After going over a bridge, I went through a covered walk way that looked like it led to an abandoned home.

After entering the building, I almost bolted back through the door. I was being called into a pitch-black room. I could hear a gentleman calling me into the room, but I am very afraid of the dark (ironic for a ghost hunter, huh?). I made may into the room but nearly fell because there is a sudden foot and half drop into the next room. I decided that I wasn’t going to die in the dark and turned on my cell phone’s flashlight, so I could see. Going down the short hallway I found myself in the weirdest place ever. Think The Adam’s Family meet Hoarders. There was stuff EVERYWHERE. (The photos were taken with flash so you can actually see what I couldn’t in the dark.)

The gentleman working at the bar kept speaking to me in Japanese and motioning for me to come sit at the bar. Halfway there a head dropped down from the ceiling in front of me. I screamed and jumped back. Ghosts I can handle. Random floating heads dropping out of the dark I can’t. I finally made it to the bar. The bartender tried speaking to me in Japanese, but I can’t really speak Japanese. Thankfully I have Google Translate on my phone. With the help of the app I was able to order a café au lait. We used the app to speak to each other. There is a feature that allows you to talk into it and it translate it for you. We passed my phone back and forth to each other. Since we kind of underground, I didn’t get the best signal so often it would stop translating. Right when I started to calm down and get comfortable the bartender started to motion for me to duck and saying something in Japanese. I was confused and trying to duck but didn’t know what I was ducking for. Then came the screaming. It was HIGH pitch horror screams at rock concert level loudness all around me and all the lights went out while the screaming went on. I can’t tell you if I screamed or not, but I was ready to bolt! The lights came back on and there were three young Japanese women standing two feet from me. We both surprised to see each other. They tapped me on the arm and looked realized that I was real. That was before that damn head dropped down between us. The girls screamed and fell to the ground. We all laughed, and they ordered coffee as well.


I stayed for a little bit longer talking to the bartender and the three girls. The girls were from Hiroshima University. They visited the café because they heard it was scary. I was glad to hear I wasn’t the only one looking for a scary good time. This place was fun but definitely not for the faint of heart. If I have a chance I’m bringing Jeremy back before we move.

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