“Here in japan, the entire culture is actively perpetuated by everyone’s ‘ancestors.’ Ive seen my fair share of old Japanese coots in places they shouldn’t be. But what really bugged me the most is when i went to Aokigahara forest, otherwise known as the forest of death. Me and a fellow Japanese friend took up a bet that we couldn’t stay a whole night in their alone. We took pink tape with us and marked antrail about 2 miles off the main trail. Everything was fine relatively, except we both admitted it felt like hundreds of people were watching us from the very second we left the main trail. Anyways we leave the next day and and unbeknownst to us, the government came into do their first annual body sweep the day after we left. They found like 26 bodies not terribly far from where we camped.” — Bad_Answers