 I'm writing this journal entry to document my experience with a certain film. I'm probably already dead if anyone is reading this, but please read on. I hate Saki-sanobashi and what it has done to my life. Most importantly, I hate the depraved bastards who made it. Until recently, I've been an average college girl with only one notable quality. I love searching for lost media. Most people get a thrill from watching a good horror movie and I'm no different with lost media. There's just something about the elusive nature of it that makes the hunt so fascinating. There's a countless amount of entertainment that vanishes from the public eye for whatever reason and many remain completely forgotten. That never sat well with me. Maybe it's the history buff in me, but I believe every form of content should be preserved. It's scary to think that something that brings you joy could one day be forever lost to time. Saki-sanobashi is a name that's been plaguing me for the last few years now. Every lost media enthusiast worth their salt has at least heard of it if they haven't already joined the hunt. I'm one of the several archivists who plunged head first into this monstrosity of a goose chase. I, like many others, got hooked on its tragic premise of a bunch of schoolgirls trapped in a bathroom where death is the only way out. The morbid curiosity in all of us compelled us to search high and low for this elusive anime. That was years ago. Now, Saki remains a distant memory in the minds of once-optimistic researchers. Dead end after dead end had led to the entire thing being labeled as some elaborate coax. Even I began losing faith in the search despite all the time I invested in it. It was disheartening knowing that one of the most fascinating lost media searches of all time could be fake. I would have quit entirely had it not been for that one fateful afternoon. It was a typically brutal winter in Toronto which meant that a snowstorm would be picking up before the day was over. I thought it best to go to my favorite comic and stock up on my favorite books before the storm trapped me at home with my girlfriend. Mark Noir was different from other comic shops in that there exists a secret section of the store only a select few know about. Because I've been a loyal customer for a few years, the owner trusted in showing me the back room. I was hesitant at first to enter a secluded room alone with a man due to being a woman, but I figured he wouldn't try anything with customers still in the store. What I saw in that room was the stuff of wonder. Several shelves were stocked with underground comics so obscure even the most hardcore archivists probably didn't know about them. The type of comics you can't even find on the internet. It was heaven on earth for a lost media obsessed girl like me. The original post mentioned Saki being an anime, but I was desperate for any type of media out there. What's fascinating is that there were also movies stocked with the comics. The cover art on each DVD case was incredibly low quality, to the point that I assumed the store owner hand made them himself. There were no ISBNs or distributor info anywhere to be found, so my theory seemed fairly likely all things considered. I filled my bag with as many items as I could afford, which isn't a lot for a broke college student, and excitedly swiped my card at the counter. The store owner gave me the weirdest of grins as I made my purchase. He seemed amused but almost in a mocking sort of way. He hardly ever emotes in the first place so that smile really caught me off guard. I left the store and boarded the closest train to drop me off at the dorms. Although Halloween comes in the autumn, I feel like winter is the most ideal season to indulge in horror. The cold weather is like a reflection of the spine-chilling fear I get whenever I read a good comic. I stepped inside my dorm room and immediately began browsing through my latest collection. They all looked so good I didn't know where to begin. As I rummaged through the pile of DVDs, I noticed something that threw me for a loop. One DVD case was completely blank. The cover was pitch black and so was the back. There wasn't even anything on the spine. I couldn't imagine myself buying something like this so how it ended up with me was a mystery. Still, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't the least get intrigued by it. There could have been literally anything on that disc and the only way to find out was to start the movie. I waited for my girlfriend to return from campus before starting the movie. Emily's a cute brunette, but she has zero tolerance for horror. She always shakes her head off whenever I play my movies in the living room. All that blood and gore drives her crazy. She greeted me with a kiss on the lips and then paused when she saw the devious smirk on my face. She already knew what I had in store for her. Emily, of course, protested, but I pleaded with her to watch the movie with me. Seeing her scream like a child over on screen murder was sometimes more enjoyable than the movie itself. She remained firm in her stance against it, but eventually broke down after enough of my begging. It feels good having things my way. I quickly inserted the DVD into an old game station and stared at the screen with anticipation for what was about to start. After several seconds of a blank screen, some Japanese text appeared with an English subtitle that read, Requiem of the Lost Girls. The title naturally left me curious, so I watched on with excitement. The scene then faded back to black and what I saw after that made my blood freeze solid. Three schoolgirls in a bathroom. All of them had miserable looks of utter despair. The scene wasn't mistakable. It was a scenario I ran over in my head countless times. It was Saki-sanobashi, the anime searched years for. Having the legendary film before me after all this time was almost too good to be true. And to think it came from my favorite comic shop. I've been shopping for years now and never even had a hint something like Saki would be there. Emily was confused as to why I was so excited, so I told her we just discovered the holy grail of lost media. The gravity of the situation wasn't surprisingly lost on her, but she smiled anyway for my sake. We watched the movie unfold just like the legend went. The girls remained trapped in the bathroom and lamented their misfortune all the while. As the film progressed, the agony in their expressions became increasingly visceral. Their eyes looked so hollow, their skin was so pale. Emily clutched into my hand with a hint of anxiety in her eyes. The tone of the video was much more somber than I expected. Seeing the girls take turns telling the others about their hopes and dreams, trying desperately to alleviate their situation, felt oddly melancholic. I was growing attached to these characters to the point I hoped they'd find a way. Despite that going against the lore, we eventually reached the part where the girls realized there truly was no way out of their situation. Except for death. Their deaths were just as horrid as I expected them to be. One girl goaded one of the others into drowning her in the sink and another clawed at her own neck with visceral detail. The most painful part of it all was the blood curdling screen the last girl emitted as she bashed her head against the wall. It was far more realistic than it had any right to be. Despite all the fear, my heart raced with excitement. I had to write a blog post to let everyone know about my discovery. The internet would go wild once I told them the good news. I quickly went to my tumbler to start writing, but the site wouldn't load. I tried other social media sites, but nothing was working. I tried stepping outside in the hall to get better reception, but the door wouldn't budge. The knock didn't move at all no matter how hard I pulled. My girlfriend and I were both freaking out at this point. We tried opening windows, calling 911, and banging on doors, all of which were in vain. We were somehow completely severed from the outside world. I wondered how the hell was any of this possible when the image of the movie flashed into my mind. We were trapped just like the girls in Saki-sanobashi. So far we've spent two weeks in the hellhole of an apartment. Food has long since run out, and any sense of hope is dead. It pains me to see Emily's body as pale as winter, her eyes devoid of life. Neither of us can last much longer. I'm writing this document as a warning to anyone searching for Saki-sanobashi. Stay the hell away from it. It is a cursed film that dooms its viewers to suffer the same fate as the girls in the bathroom. I imagine the curse will be lifted once we die and our belongings will be collected by our loved ones. Hopefully, they will see this document and spread the news. Or maybe they'll brush this off as the crazed rantings of a lunatic. I honestly don't know anymore. All I can say is to stay safe and never attempt to watch this damned movie.