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Tradition / Region: Japanese Mythology
Alternate Names: Ghost of Sunamura
Category: Plant

The Myth

In the farming village of Sunamura, a place once known for its wide pumpkin fields, people spoke of a restless spirit that wandered the patches after dark.

The being was said to be shaped from the very plants that grew there. Its body twisted together from pumpkin vines and leaves, forming thin limbs that crept and dragged across the soil. Atop this fragile frame it carried a large, heavy pumpkin for a head — bright orange and swollen, as if freshly cut from the field. The spirit seemed burdened by it, clutching the great fruit in its arms as it moved.

Night after night, villagers claimed the creature emerged among the rows of pumpkins. It would shuffle through the fields, its vines rustling in the wind, and when it saw a person it would lurch forward in pursuit. Those who fled said they could hear the scraping of vines and the dull thump of the pumpkin as it struggled to follow.

No one knew whose spirit it was or why it had taken root there. Some believed it was tied to the land itself, born from the fields that fed the village. Others thought it might be the ghost of someone whose life had ended in sorrow among the farms, now bound to the harvest forever.

Whatever its origin, the pumpkin spirit became part of the village’s night stories, a reminder that even the most ordinary crops might conceal something uncanny once the sun had set. And though Sunamura itself faded with time, the tale of the vine-bound ghost lingered like a shadow in the fields that once grew there.

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yokai.com. (n.d.). Sunamura no onryō. Retrieved March 1, 2026, from https://yokai.com/sunamuranoonryou/?srsltid=AfmBOoqa20CQnB3x0lnLhtRVs2ujtNF7zgGjpZQFF0c5MqokSOgFsGEZ

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The Myth

In Haibara County, it is told that a man once spent the night alone in a mountain hut, sitting by the hearth to keep warm. As the fire burned low, the hut lay silent except for the crackle of embers.

At one point, the man lifted the straw mat that covered the entrance. Suddenly, a round object—shaped much like a pumpkin—rolled inside the hut and came to rest beside the hearth. Startled, the man stared at it, thinking how unsettling the thing looked.

Before he could act, the round object spoke, saying, “It’s nothing. I am Zarazarazattara.”

The man felt an even deeper unease and thought to himself that he wished he had left the hut earlier. Immediately, the creature replied, “Never mind. I’ll be right there.” Realizing that the being responded to his very thoughts, the man became terrified, knowing that even thinking in silence was no protection.

Trying to act without revealing his thoughts, the man decided to tend the fire. He picked up a piece of firewood and snapped it to add fuel to the hearth. By chance, a fragment of the broken wood flew off and struck the creature where its face seemed to be.

At this, Zarazarazattara cried out, “I never thought of that,” and fled the hut at once, disappearing back into the night.

Afterward, the man was left alone by the fire, shaken but unharmed, and the strange yōkai was never seen there again.