hi /x/, long time lurker, first time posting here. Anyone interested in far east spooky stuff?
>be me, german descent
>parents move to korea before I was born
>because of dad going on business trips all the time + general parental conflict, korean friend's family pretty much raised me as their own
>new family is crazy superstitious, which is weird since most of the country now believes in christianity
>live in the mountains with korean family for most of my childhood, then move to the city around high school age
I honestly didn't even consider all this to be "creepy"; it was just a part of life to me. Recently I moved to the US and whenever I mention stuff that happened in my childhood my new friends lose their shit. I guess I'll post a few and see if you guys might be interested.
Here's a little background:
>korean "foster" family is from north korea-- they all came down during the korean war
>superstitious grandfather, christian grandmother (both maternal), parents (friends with my parents) who always wanted to gtfo of the mountains, daughter who's my age and was pretty much my only friend
>grandfather is the patriarch and what he says, goes
>this includes all sorts of weird traditional ceremonies and rituals, and a lot of creepy hiking/fishing trips
>generally a pretty chill family, lots of conflict about grandfather's superstitious bullshit though, and you can kinda see the mom kinda losing her mind over the years for some unknown reason
>live in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, you have to drive like thirty minutes to reach the nearest town
sorry if this is all jumbled, this is my first time rationally looking back and writing it down. if there's anything I can do to make it better do tell me.
This is about a ritual we used to do a few times every year. Apparently there are families in the city that also perform it, but none of my other Korean friends have gone through quite what I was used to.
>on the death day of his ancestors, grandfather sets up a mini-shrine and prepares a shitload of food
>it only has to be specific kinds of dishes, and has to be arranged according to color and size
>after setting up the food on special tables in the living room, grandfather reads a handwritten letter generally following the lines of "everyone misses you, rest well, please take this offering of food in peace" and burns it
>he sometimes adds a line about me, something like "please excuse the blond boy, we are taking care of him" as the ritual is usually only performed by the family
>everyone takes turn bowing in a special ceremonial way
>when everyone is done bowing, grandfather turns off all lights, and everyone hides in the kitchen for about half an hour
>you always have to clear your throat before walking out again
>"to not startle the ancestors," grandfather says
>food is partially eaten, utensils are dirty, and the seat cushions are warm
this one time when I was about 6, the mom got tired of making the specific dishes (they're time consuming as fuck, since they take up the whole day if not more) and replaced them with easier ones.
>grandfather flies into a rage, but we don't have time to re-do everything
>"do you realize what you've done" and all that
>finish bowing and hide in the kitchen
>hear rattling and banging from the living room
>the kids get shitless, so me and the daughter hold on to the grandfather while he swears under his breath
>an hour later the noise stops
>grandfather clears his throat, goes outside, turns on the light
>the dishes are overturned, candles are out, something that looks like either dried blood or watery fecal matter (can't remember) is strewn on the shrine
the mom always made the correct dishes from then on.
the grandmother and parents usually stayed out of everything, except to join the rituals, but the grandfather told the kids about myths, korean cryptids and how to deal with them, different types of "ghosts," and all sorts of other stuff.
they were pretty horrible. dad was legitimately trying his hardest to put food on the table, but I guess mom couldn't really stand being alone for half the year with just me around (I was admittedly a pretty difficult kid). I don't really talk to them now.
fucking nine tailed foxes, man. these bastards are creepy as shit but the media now portrays them as some kind of big-tittied qt3.14 furry's wet dream.
>be 13 (sorry in advance about the stories not being in timed order)
>no porn or anything in the fucking mountains but discovered how to jerk it
>one day I go into the mountains with daughter (will call her Jin) to find some mushrooms
>bring one of the family jindo dogs just to be safe, those fuckers are protective as hell
>having a good time and fucking around when Ogu the jindo starts to bark like crazy
>we see a teenage-looking girl, just kinda standing there
>wearing old-fashioned clothes (pic kinda related) but since this is a rural area think nothing of it
>go say hi
>glad we found someone else around our age
>new girl says her family moved into the empty plot about fifteen minutes away
>Ogu is still barking at her but we brush it off, he's just being protective
>hang out with her for a bit
>she keeps touching me, commenting on my hair and eyes, saying I'm "exotic" and "cute"
>the sun starts going down so we ask her if she wants to come over and have dinner with us
>"no, but only anon can come over to my place and see my room if he wants"
>it's getting dark and brother instincts kick in, so I tell the new girl I'll drop by later and take Jin home
>fucking cockblocked, pissed off as hell
>later tell grandfather what happened
>"idiot boy, the empty plot isn't for sale"
>he tells us to take a jindo wherever we go from then on
>we meet her a few times later that week
>she progressively gets more and more seductive
>dogs bark at her so just go home
>we just ran home and told grandfather what happened
>a few days later Ogu brings home a fox he killed
>never see the girl again
basically nine tailed foxes ("goo mee ho") shapeshift into women whose corpses they eat. they seduce and kill men, whose livers they eat. once they eat a thousand livers they turn into real humans, or something.
forgot pic; see pic related
grandfather said there are two types of ghosts-- "yoo ryeong," which are just docile spirits, and "gwee shin," which are malicious spirits that usually just want closure.
>there was a small lake near where we lived
>grandfather always told us to take a white jindo when we went near the lake, as there was a gwee shin who lived there
gwee shin who live in bodies of water are called "mool gwee shin," but this one was also a "chuh nyuh gwee shin"-- a virgin who had been wronged.
>occasionally, from far away, you can make out a youngish looking woman who looks soaked as hell just sitting on the dock
>always thought she looked lonely and sad, instead of angry
>she didn't do much but kinda hissed almost like a cat and disappeared whenever she saw the white jindo (his name was Jin goo)
>this one time when I'm about 9 I got brave and walked out to the lake
>still pretty far away, but I can see the gwee shin sitting on the dock again
>being the autist I am, I call out something like "lady, are you okay?"
>gwee shin gets up, starts "walking" toward me
when I say "walking" it was more like a cross between walking and gliding, kinda like when you stand still and look at someone going through one of those moving runways in an airport
>anyways the gwee shin keeps coming closer and suddenly I realize that I forgot to bring a white jindo
>the gwee shin is close as hell now and I can see that her facial features are all kinda blacked out and melted altogether, like ink mixing in water
>she screams too, but stops when I stop making noise and sort of studies me
>she makes a weird gurgling noise, like someone
is trying to laugh underwater
>"your head is yellow"
>she walks/glides back to the dock
>I run all the way back home, the piss cooling on my pants
>the next day grandfather makes me bring some food as an offering to the lake, to thank the gwee shin for not harming me
I like to think that I made her day.
Thanks, it's great that people like it.
Here's some info on the jindos.
>Korea's national dog
>kinda looks like a shiba, but taller, leggier, and just more brutal
>comes in three colors: white, tan, and black/tan.
>hardy little fuckers, skinny as hell but they can take out your legs like it's nothing
>protective as fuck about territory
>stubborn bastards these are, you can't train them like a labrador retriever to do cute tricks or sit for their food or not bite annoying children, but they'll give their lives to protect you and your home
in Korean superstition, white jindos chase away evil spirits, tan jindos can fight their way out of anything, and black jindos make spirits accept you as one of them. grandfather rarely had black jindos-- he was a fighter, so he had a bunch of tan jindos and some white ones for the kids, and I'm pretty sure the shotgun he had in his closet was illegal (you can't own a gun in Korea lol).
korean troll, anyone?
>our toughest tan jindo died (more on this later) so grandfather got another one
>he's a hard one even when he's a puppy
>loyal as fuck to grandfather and Jin
>by the time he's 1 year old he's bigger and brawnier than the other dogs
>his name is Suk gu
>one day Jin wants to go down to the creek and catch some fish
>grandfather tells her to take a white jindo, but she takes Suk gu
>contemplate going with her, but I was helping grandmother out with some chores so I stay behind
>besides I get the feeling that her mom has started to hate me being around her too much
>a few hours later we hear something that sounds like a tiger from the mountains
>I ask grandfather, as tigers are (probably) extinct in korea
>"might be do kkae bi."
Do kkae bi are pretty much korean trolls. They don't really mean serious harm, but they're strong as fuck and enjoy messing with people. Sometimes they'll unwittingly drive someone mad or kill them.
>the sun is going down but Jin and Suk gu aren't home yet
>grandfather starts getting worried
>some time later we see Jin running home alone, screaming
>she says a human hand, but clawed, came out of the bushes
>she ran home, but the last she saw was Suk gu jumping into the bush to fight whatever was there
>her parents try to reason and say it was probably a lost person
>grandfather brushes this off. "you two were raised in the city and know nothing, why would a lost person be this far away from a town?"
>then we see something run towards the house from far away
>it's fucking Suk gu
>he has a fucking leg in his mouth
>it's like a human leg, except way bigger and covered in hair
>it's gnawed through the thigh but there's no blood, just a weird watery stuff splattered all over it and Suk gu
>grandfather confirms it's a do kkae bi, and throws out the leg deep in the mountains
>we put out food for about a week as an apology to its clan
>they leave human-like shits in our yard, as a sort of "fuck you," for about a month
They're great dogs, just not for everyone. I personally wouldn't recommend them as pets-- they're like huskies when it comes to trainability, except more stubborn, more antisocial, and way more aggressive. definitely not city dogs by a long shot. fuck me if they haven't saved my life more times than I count though.
Another great Korean breed is the Sap sal gae (pic related), although I don't think they're as popular as the jindo. These guys are also believed to ward off spirits and we had a few of them all the time too, but they're way friendlier and better with kids.
I guess the main difference would be that if you're out in the mountains with your dog and run into a spirit/cryptid, the jindo will let you run home and fight the thing to death, while the sap sal gae will try to de-escalate the situation and kinda lead you back home.
The thing about growing up in rural korea as a foreigner is that if you run into a spirit, they're either going to be extra hostile towards you, or they're going to be too busy laughing at you to kill you.
>the closest school was half an hour away, so grandfather would drive me and Jin to school every morning
>there were only seven kids in our grade; only three graduated. the rest either died or moved to the city.
>the kids were pretty cruel and ganged up on me a lot, calling me names like "yellow monkey" or "yankee" (I'm german lmao)
>grandfather though school was shit, so he let me skip school as long as I showed up for exams and passed them
>when I was 10 he got me my very own white jindo which I named Baekgoo
>exploring the mountains and picking/eating mushrooms one day
>hear something rustle in the bushes, and Baekgoo starts whimpering/cowering
>a black dog-like creature slinks out from the bushes
>freeze in my tracks; I wasn't sure if he was friendly or malicious, but Baekgoo was clearly scared and pissing himself
>it looks like a cross between a big dog and a leopard, but has a long, almost trunk-like snout; the fur looks like it's ablaze and smoldering, although there is no fire or heat
>the thing makes a snarling/growling motion, but no sound comes out of its mouth
>convinced that this is how I die
>I hear a gunshot go off in the distance and remember that grandfather has his illegal gun
>another gunshot goes off, this time so close my ears my whole skull feels like it's ringing and I can see the bullet whiz by
>the fucking thing chases after the bullet and is gone
>I hightail it out of there with my dog and grandfather
what I ran into turned out to be a bool ga sa ree; they eat fire and metal, and are highly hostile, apparently. As this one had claimed the deep mountains as its home, we were forbidden to go that deep from then on.
sorry bud, I'm typing this while cleaning the house. once I'm done I'll deliver on a more timely fashion.
one thing about korean ghosts, both docile and malicious, is that they're very much like people. you can reason with them (most of the time), trick them, scare them, and even make friends. of course if you just want them to fuck off the best thing you can do is start singing, although grandfather said this could potentially attract do kkae bi.
>go to school one day because fuck it
>when school ends, leave book bag in classroom and go out with Jin to throw out the trash (no janitors at school so kids help out with the work)
>go to pick up bag while Jin waits outside
>teacher is standing with her back to the door, just kinda staring at something on the wall
>say goodbye, she doesn't respond
>get slightly nervous, so ask her if she's okay
>she turns around and oh shit she doesn't have a face
dal gyal gwee shin are malicious spirits that act just like people, but have no face, hence the name (dal gyal = egg). from what I know, they'll usually leave you alone as long as you don't point out their lack of face or act disgusted.
>the thing acts just like the teacher and it's just heading way too close to the uncanny valley now
>creeped out, but also kinda pissed because I'm a moody teenager and I just want to go home
>it starts talking, and even its voice sounds like my teacher
>"anon, do you think I'm pretty?"
>bitch you don't even have a face
>I don't want to piss these things off because korean ghosts get vicious as fuck when they're mad
>if I say "you're pretty" it will say I'm lying because it clearly doesn't have a face
>if I say "you're not pretty" it will say I'm disgusted at its lack of face
>I just want to go home and play with my goddamn dog and go fishing
>start singing the korean national anthem really loudly
>thing starts screaming, sounding equally angry
>I hear the classroom door open and the screaming stops abruptly
>"anon, what are you doing?"
>it's the actual teacher
>run home and bitch about gwee shins with Jin
What was the grandfathers view on western religion? Namely Christianity.
He sounds like a badass btw. Pic related.
Things started falling apart by my mid-teen years. I believed this was because grandfather was getting old and weak, but it just may be because I was pretty messed up emotionally and whatever spirits out there could sense it.
>doing some chores around the yard when I hear familiar voices
>it's my mom and dad
>I walk towards their voices, kinda tearing up because I haven't seen them since I was like 4 and the only reason I remember them are the phone calls that come once every few months
>angry but glad at the same time
>my parents are standing at the edge of grandfather's property
>"anon, it's us, let's go home now"
>so many things I want to yell at them, but it's like I'm too choked up
>remember grandfather didn't tell me my parents would be coming for me
>"I'm going to bring grandfather"
>"oh but anon, aren't you going to let your mother hug her own son?"
>notice something's wrong about it, but too emotionally shaken
>start crying like a little bitch and kinda stand there
>the dogs are barking like crazy
>I can hear Jin calling me for dinner from the house
>my parents keep urging me to come over and give them a hug, go home, talk to them
>"come on son, it's going to be a long drive home"
>wait a second
>"then where's your car?"
>they go quiet, but soon try to play it off as a joke
>I keep asking where their car is
>they get angry and start threatening me with punishments, saying I'm breaking mom's heart, etc
>I'm still sobbing and hyperventilating, not sure whether to go to them or run back home
>I think Jin noticed and told grandfather, because he came out with a dog on leash
>the dog starts growling and this old leathery korean fart BELLOWS like a goddamn ox
>"LEAVE MY GRANDSON ALONE, FUCKING CREATURES"
>my "parents" let out something like a cross between a bird screeching and an old door creaking, then disappear into the grass
>for some reason grandfather never speaks of this again
this shit still chokes me up a little
>she keeps touching me, commenting on my hair and eyes, saying I'm "exotic" and "cute"
Jesus fuck, Roleplayfag all you want but can you drop the "special looking foreigner in discount Japan" shtick?
I sincerely hope you haven't been fapping all the while.
he didn't believe in a "creator god," and he treated it like a philosophy of life at best. I remember he would get in fights with grandmother because he feared her faith in christianity would "blind" her to the spirits/cryptids, and make her unprepared and vulnerable. And where we lived there were a lot of these.
She's my fiancee now.
this was early 90s Korea, and as far as I can tell my appearances stuck out like a goddamn sore thumb.
I lived pretty close to Taebaek. I live in the US now.
thanks, I appreciate it.
I have a few more stories that aren't too mundane ("oh look there's a ghost, oh now he's gone") so I'll be posting them for the next few hours. Here's how our toughest dog died.
>relatives come to visit for the weekend
>Jin's cousins come too
>one is a guy about 5 years older, the other is a guy 2 years older than us
>there's also a girl but she just sits in the kitchen and does bible study with grandmother all day so we just ignore her
>we try to get along at first but the cousins are just too boisterous
>yelling cusswords in the mountains, throwing rocks at deer, etc
>eventually we just let them do their own thing
>it turns out while Jin, grandfather, and I went fishing, these fuckers went into the mountains and found a small family graveyard
korean family graveyards are tiny, with 4 or 5 bodies buried at most, especially if you find one in the rural areas.
>anyways these fuckers trashed the place, kicking down shrines and littering everywhere
>they came home after they "heard someone crying" and got scared
>grandfather is seething but he doesn't say anything; he doesn't expect city kids to understand
>for the next few days we see angry ghosts at the edge of our property hissing at our dogs, but not able to come any closer because of our white jindos
>we leave offerings around the property but they're pissed as hell and won't stop trashing our vegetable gardens
>grandfather genuinely looks stumped
>one day our most prized tan jindo disappears
>we think he may be hunting something, but he doesn't come home for days
>eventually we go out to look for him
>find his body, ripped to shreds, strewn around the trashed graveyard
>his intact head is in front of the damaged shrine
>grandfather quietly covers his dog's head with a towel
>doesn't talk to us for a few days, just smokes his pipe out on the patio and stares into the mountains
I still miss the dog. I always think he sacrificed himself as an offering to save everyone else.
Fantastic thread OP. I didn't realize a lot of these Korean Myths and Folktales had some actual encounters behind them. Why is the Korean rural areas so active spiritually? It makes you wonder if other folktales from Europe, North America and other parts of Asia have some shred of truth to them.
Keep posting man. Good shit so far.
In korean mythology, magpies are harbingers of good luck and prosperity. it's said if you hear a magpie cawing in the morning, it means you'll have a friendly visitor later in the day. I like to think that magpies acted like a sort of guardian angel to me.
>my room is in the second floor
>right next to the persimmon tree in the garden
>magpies fucking love persimmons and there are always a bunch of them near the house
>grandfather and I make a habit of leaving the persimmons at the very top when picking them from the tree, so that the magpies can help themselves
>this is just at the level of my window so I guess the magpies kinda associated seeing my face with food and general good vibes
>come home from school one day
>for some reason I'm really tired as fuck so I take a nap
>magpies won't stop fucking cawing though
>some even bang and peck the window
>like an autist I yell "shut up birds" and try to sleep
>they're too fucking loud
>swearing, I get up and storm out of the room to sleep somewhere else
as I turn to close the door, I catch a glimpse of something stuck to the ceiling
>it's a motherfucking ghost
>as I stare, its head turns towards me and it gives me the ugliest fucking look
>but before it can react to me leaving the room, the magpies start cawing and banging at the window and it turns its attention to the birds
>run out and alert grandfather
>guy grabs a pot and pan, runs up to my room, flings open the door, and starts banging the pot and pan while yelling "get the fuck out"
>ghost hisses and slithers into the cracks of the wall
>we knew someone died in that house before we moved in, we just didn't know the guy had hanged himself in my fucking room
>we leave out an offering that night and I sleep on the couch
>the next morning the offering is gone and we don't see that ghost again for a good three months
>whenever the ghost appears again the magpies do their squawk and I fetch grandfather
>feels pretty good having a personal army of magpies
How isolated was your home? How much contact with the outside world did you have?
Did no one at school think your family was weird?
Why did grandpa not move?
What Jins father like? Sounds like he let grandpa take control of the whole family.
Sorry for so many questions. I love this thread.
thanks. it's pretty weird, as my city friends from college generally have no fucking idea what I'm talking about. for all they know, the ghosts and creatures I talk about are nothing more than the badly drawn pictures in their childhood storybooks.
it was pretty horrible. and sad to say my german is very sub-par. korean was my first language, lmao.
grandfather was a great guy, really loved his grandchildren. if it wasn't for him, the rest of the family would never have accepted me.
the other family members were a bit more skeptical. grandmother basically treated us like a bunch of heretics and generally stayed out of the way. Jin's parents were constantly trying to move us out of the countryside and into the city; grandfather had the final say though, and he didn't want to leave. apparently it was the last remaining land from his family and he didn't want to sell it. we were woken up so many times by the mom screaming "I want to get out of this ghost-infested place" lol. her dad was quieter, and just did as grandfather told him.
We would go out to town a couple of times a month, for supplies and news and such. It was a small town and when we mentioned the stuff that happened in the mountains people kinda accepted it as a part of life. the kids at school did bully me a lot, but it was because of my appearance rather than what happened at home-- as far as I can rememeber, everyone had at least a few similar encounters.
I'll post one last story and lurk for a while.
>start kinda having a thing for Jin, but we don't show it because a) it's a bit like incest and b) her mother is completely off the hook at this point and would kill us both
>one day grandfather goes to tend to his berry patches and doesn't return
>we look for him a few hours later and find him on the ground, looking peaceful and composed as hell, like he just laid down to take a nap and never got up
>doctors tell us he died of a heart attack
>the man who took me in after my own family put me aside, taught me all the values I ever held dear, basically kept me alive all these years in a patch of mountain crawling with unknown creatures, was gone just like that
>Jin is also inconsolable and we spend a lot of time sitting out by grandfather's favorite fishing spot, not saying anything
>we bury him in a private plot; Jin and I go to his grave every day to clean his shrine
>a few months later grandmother sells our house and we move to the city
>all the dogs are sold too, including mine
>I'm too shocked to pretend nothing happened and live with my adopted family, and too angry to live with my biological family
>grandmother gives me enough money to rent a small apartment, barely larger than a closet
>couldn't focus on anything so I fail my college entrance exams
>barely scrape by, flipping burgers and working at gas stations/ convenience stores/ stocking warehouses
>in a way it's more peace than I've ever known, as I see no ghosts in my apartment
>sometimes I wonder about what happened to Jin, as we grew apart, and I knew her mother was off her rocker and sometimes physically hurt her
>meanwhile Jin is accepted to a good college
>we decide to go to grandfather's grave and show him the acceptance letter, as well as perform the ritual (see >>17302265), and just don't talk to each other ever again (it was getting too weird)
>the whole family follows us, for some reason
>it's getting dark
>just before we leave, Jin places her acceptance letter on grandfather's shrine
>suddenly her mother starts screaming
>"he's dead you crazy kids, he can't fucking hear or see any of this shit!"
>she accuses grandfather of being crazy, and then yells at Jin for "being stupid enough to believe all that bullshit"
>we try to argue back ("but you saw it too!") but she's raving at this point
>eventually she calms down enough for Jin's dad to take her back to the car
>we just sit in front of grandfather's grave for the longest time
>when we finally head back, I swear I can see a blueish flame-looking thing flickering above the grave
>getting paid just enough to get by, and trying to forget everything that ever happened in my childhood
>one night I hear incessant tapping on my window, almost like how the magpies used to tap
>wait, I live in the basement
>there is no window
>feel a deep, shuddering cold feeling in my guts, I always thought it was alerting me to a spirit nearby but now I realize it's fear
>I run wildly into the street and catch a taxi to grandmother's house
>I can hear screaming inside
>the door bursts open and Jin runs out, blood on her arms and her face as white as paper
>something in her mother's head had snapped, and she had grabbed a kitchen knife and slashed at Jin
>"what about your dad and grandmother?" "dad's visiting his family and grandmother was too afraid to come out of her room"
>Jin swears up and down that just as her mother was about to seriously stab her, a blue flame flickered out of nowhere and lit her skirt on fire
>I try my best to calm her down and call 911
>things settle down from there
>Jin and I realize nobody else will understand us as well as each other; we're getting married next winter
>her mother is diagnosed with schizophrenia
>grandmother goes to live with Jin's aunt
I'll hang around for a bit for any questions. thanks for hanging on with me for the ride, /x/.
Oh god, normal life seems more depressing than being haunted by ghosts all the time.
Super weird how they looked after you for so long and how your real family practically abandoned you though.
OP you're awesome also hella brave hory shet how do you sleep at night
I honestly don't want to believe it was because of all the fucking ghosts. She's getting treatment for schizophrenia right now, so it was probably just an innate thing that flared up later in her life.
It's weird. When I was younger I used to be creeped the fuck out and thought living in the city would be cool. Now that I actually do, I keep hoping one day I'll catch a glimpse of a spirit or something.
thank you anon, but if I had a penny for every pair of pants I soiled I wouldn't have to work a day in my life.
I still talk to them occasionally, but we just keep to ourselves now. It's been too long of a divide to just pretend we're an actual family. dad divorced mom in the end so it makes matters even more awkward.
I haven't seen any ghosts after that-- sometimes I'll see flitting shapes in the corner of my eyes, but that's about it. It's been even more scarce since I moved to the US.
Great thread, thanks OP.
You know, it's rare for someone to have these kind of experiences. I had some myself when I was a kid in the US, and it shaped me for good. I've since built on that and gone from there...I'd hate to see you "put those things in a box" and forget about it.
Working on a screenshot. Incredible thread. In the meantime, OP, do you have any old pictures of the house, or the area around it you could post? A picture of your grandpa, or any other relatives? If you're uncomfortable with that, I understand, but it would be good for a mental image
Slapped together a screenshot. Will update if OP responds back with more stories or pictures.
Thanks for the read OP very interesting stuff. BTW where in the USA do you live? Ever seen anything paranormal here?
>we knew someone died in that house before we moved in, we just didn't know the guy had hanged himself in my fucking room
this contradicts this
>apparently it was the last remaining land from his family and he didn't want to sell it
But I'm still enjoying your OC, so I'll pretend I didn't notice
Thank you OP for your tales. Nice to see fresh, differing tales on here.
I can't imagine losing one's grandfather and the dogs, people and animals that were your very protection from the spirit world.
He could have been a relative and hung himself any time before the family owned the land, long before gramps was born.
He could have also said "We" as in him and Jin, and grandpa just never told them
OP here. sorry about taking so much time; I took a smoke break and one thing led to another, and I ended up watching the goddamn kung fu panda movie and coming home. Glad to see the thread is still up.
great catch there. the land had been owned by grandfather's family for generations, even before the separation and the korean war. his side of the family has always had a sort of weird predicament, involving lots of suicides and horrible deaths (I might talk about this later in a different thread). the family who was living in the house before us was grandfather's great uncle's family. After he died/killed himself, the whole family moved out as houses where people have died from unnatural causes were considered cursed. As far as I know, we only moved in there because Jin's parents had fallen on hard times and couldn't afford any other house.
Thank you for your appreciation, as well as that of anyone else reading the thread. It was pretty tough, and honestly I don't think I'll ever get over all that completely.
Sorry bud, I don't have any pictures on hand-- this was all over almost two decades ago. Although I just might have some pictures stored somewhere, from the one time I went back to the house for sentimental reasons. I'll try to see if I can find those.
Thanks, I'm flattered-- this looks great.
I moved from Massachusetts to California about a year ago. It's pretty populated where I'm at, so no spooky encounters here yet.
I'll try to be around for any more questions. Excuse me if I take a little too long-- I have a very needy jindo mix who gets antsy if I don't play with her every so often. Pic related.
well Atleast in California you have more of a chance at running into shit then say...New York I think.
I got a question though, Willing to show any family photo of well your 'adopted' family and you or is that all gone? I loved the stories but you always gotta take things with a grain of salt.
Also Where did you enjoy living more here in America or Korea?
I've been to NY. Not really my cup of tea.
I might have some pictures somewhere, but I'll really have to dig. I haven't had much contact with them since grandfather died, but I may have an old picture of him and me when I was tiny, or some of the property that I took more recently.
Honestly I'm not too preoccupied with having people believe me; I needed somewhere to vent where nobody would call me crazy, and if I entertained some people doing just that, that's fine too.
In terms of a peaceful life with no spooky things creeping up on you, America has been great. Sometimes Jin and I will joke about missing Korea with all its terrible creatures, but I don't think I'll have the heart to face all of it, now that I don't have my childhood ignorance.
Fuck I've had a few things here in PA East coast is best btw. lol but that was more of me fucking around and doing shit on purposes. Your encounters just seem normal beings being...normal?
Hey Just remember, Keep one Color of each to win the battle and our fin, If I may know WHERE in Korea did you actually live?
That's kinda what I had in mind when I moved to California. The west coast just has a feel of being more, well, supernatural-unfriendly.
I lived in the Gangwon province, just below the mountains on the east coast.
Thanks man, I'll keep that in mind when we me and my friends finally travel to Korea. Any idea how hostile any of the Supernatural will be if visiting and of Irish descent? You did say they were hostile to what they saw as outsides but what type?
West coast also has the more horrifying of the Supernatural stories so..
If you stick to the main cities you'll be fine. If you do find yourself in the woods for some reason and run into a creature, the general consensus is that if you're polite to it, it might leave you alone. A good thing to do would be consulting a shaman lady ("moo dang") to see how susceptible your vessel is to being inhabited by ghosts. Just go to any major city and ask for a good moo dang to see your "juhm" and they'll let you know where to go.
As for the west coast and horror stories, I live in Los Angeles so I'll take my chances, haha.
RIP op then, It was nice knowing you. The Kitsune didn't get you the Black eyed kids did.
But we had actually planned to drink the first night and THEN go actually hunting... well they want more beer, but I've always wanted to explore the Mytho's of the forests there so I'll take your advice. Any advice if I can't rent a shiba sense guns are illegal and I have fuck all knife skills?
Being piss drunk can either work for or against you. On one hand, korean trolls love alcohol and will think of you as a bro, and most ghosts will just get disgusted and leave you alone. On the other hand, you always have the risk of being so drunk you end up either getting lost, or fucking a nine tailed fox and subsequently having your liver eaten.
I'd really suggest bringing a white jindo along, but if that doesn't work (I'm not sure if the locals will lend their dog to a foreigner) just be VERY polite to whatever you run into. Many of the things there have human intelligence, and there are stories of people negotiating or reasoning with them to get away safely. A lot of creatures will let you pass if you have food offerings for them-- rice cakes are a favorite, as are rice wine and dumplings. In the case of trolls, you can actually become "bros" with them if they take a liking to you. If everything fails, sing really loudly and most things will leave you alone. Godspeed, anon.
here, I hunted these pictures down. some are more recent pictures I took on a trip back, some are scans from physical photos.
This was my room. The "bed" isn't even a bed-- it's more like a traditional "lounging bed" for the garden. I'm not sure if anyone makes these anymore. The drawers (which I mainly used to store books and clothes) were passed down two generations.
Yes, that is a teddy bear.
This is a more recent picture of the house, taken just a few years ago. I'm not sure what caused the tree to fall like that.
This is the living room area, revisited more recently. It was a pretty big house.
Blurred out all faces, for obvious reasons.
One of our tan jindos.
Slightly unrelated, but this was during one of those ancestor-worshipping rituals I held for my grandfather after I moved to the city. The lacquered tables are specially made for that purpose, and took a little time to find. You're supposed to serve special rice wine from a tea pot; I couldn't find any in the city, so I used red wine. I don't think grandfather minded too much.
the mom, and the grandmother. the girl above them is Jin. faces blurred out.
sorry about the "screen shot" filenames-- I heard something about people finding names/locations from pictures so I had to go the extra mile taking screencaps of my pictures. sorry if this was unnecessary, but I'm a bit slow when it comes to technology and I value my privacy a lot.
Thank you very much anon, and honestly I'm more willing to believe your store. Even if I'll never get my Cute Kitsune wafiu -sobs in Russian- lol.
Does the singing need to be in Korean or can I sing in German/American/the little Spanish I know?
Also another question here, Also what is the most common type of cyptic would somebody run into besides ghosts? And would you recommend saying a pray or two at any shines we pass by?
man fuck irl nine tailed foxes. I say stick to whacking it to Ahri, or whatever anime has them.
I'm guessing loud noises in general (as well as seeming to have fun) irritate them, so language probably doesn't matter. I've sang a few Beatles songs before and they seemed to work.
Ghosts are the overwhelming majority, but if you're really getting into the mountains watch out for trolls. These guys just love having a good time so unless they accidentally fistbump you too hard you should be fine-- have some wine to offer them just in case, though.
Prayers are always good. If you stumble upon a graveyard leave some food/alcohol and give them a few good words. More likely than not they'll just be benign spirits and might be willing to follow you around and protect you from the creepy crawlies out there.
A man after my own Heart, But Ahri isn't the Kitsunes I was thinking of. Japanese Shinto -I think- Transform into women to bed men for...something?
Is there any signs to KNOW if your approaching Troll turf? I don't wanna be pissing one off and finding out the wine I brought isn't something he likes.
Would they follow me all the way back to America? I hope not because I don't want them to come over here and find out it was a one time deal. Any sites you know for SURE I should visit for a interesting time?
well if the thread is still here when I wake up, I'll hopefully see an answer other wise sleep good OP! And thanks for the advice. Rice wine and Rich balls things is a good plan... I wonder if I can get picks with the trolls. That'd be pimping.
Op, has anything ever happened outside of Korea that you could identify as a ghost or cryptid? What I mean is, do you believe your childhood gave you knowledge to prevent bad encounters or identify spirits/cryptids from other continents? Do you believe the beings in your childhood are exclusive to the region where you live? Trolls are known to belong to northeast Europe but I understand translating cultural references is never easy.
Great stories, i hope i will encouter such things later in my life. Hopefully the good kind of spirits, but i wouldnt mind the bad kind ether as long as i dont get killed by them
oh wow, I didn't expect the thread to be up.
There's no surefire way to know, but they usually travel in groups and are very boisterous. If you hear lots of laughing and screaming where there shouldn't be people, it's most definitely a band of korean trolls. As for the wine, stick to something sweet (rice or plum wine is a favorite) and you'll be fine. If you manage to really entertain them, they might let you go with a small souvenir-- usually something along the lines of a piece of gold or a special (yet useless) ability, like being able to sing really well all of a sudden or being able to summon a haunch of pork.
Ghosts are generally "tethered" to their grave or place of death, so don't worry about it.
I'd ask the locals for any ghost sightings and such. If they initially don't reply, just ask a different person, or just get them really drunk. Food and alcohol offerings work just as well with humans in Korea.
After I left Korea I haven't seen any creepy things. But I did grow up to be overly cautious/respectful of cryptids and ghosts in general, so I might have been unwittingly avoiding them.
I called them trolls because I can't really think of a better word. They're kinda like the Japanese Oni, I guess-- humanoid for the most part, but bigger boned, lumpier, and hairier, with the impression of always being kinda tipsy.
The house is empty now. I've heard that grandmother may be planning to sell it, but that would be kinda horrible.
Sorry about that, I'm not really sure how to romanize Korean. I might get Jin to post here sometime with her take on all the stuff that happened, so you might have more luck with her.
Just have some food and wine on you and you'll be fine.
Koreans are pretty protective of their jindos. Where I live (Los Angeles) I've seen a few jindo breeders selling pups, as well as rescue groups that import them. But they're definitely not suitable as pets/
But you are just roleplaying, why not mention it on the first post? Do your thing but title it "ROLEPLAYING THREAD: I lived in korea" or something like that, you wasted some peoples time, there´s some people here with actual stories from their past, so please do not steal the light for your role playing.
The stories are interesting but 100% bullshit
It sounds like some generic story of an anime
>he didn't fuck te daughter
You should get raped by a B'Big Ddeong troll
idk guys, as long as some people were entertained/educated I don't really mind if there are people who don't believe me. I delivered the best I could and it did take a big load off my chest, so I guess all was well in the end. :)
hey nice, I wasn't under the impression that anyone from Korea was into /x/ stuff. any weird stuff from your childhood?
This was such a good thread op
I find it hilarious how you can go from
>the mi go are trickster spirits that eat toe nail clippings
>and then grampa came out of nowhere firing off his shotgun while telling the ghost to fuck off back to Korean hell
I got interested after reading this thread last night and looked up Korean mythology. The wiki page lists some of the creatures that op described and seems to correlate pretty well.
Btw, great thread Op. I have enjoyed your stories so much and they have introduced me to a side of Korean folklore I wasn't even aware of which is very fascinating. Thanks.
Some of this explains why my now deceased grandmother who lived in the countryside in both N. And S. Korea used to scare me when I was a child by literally flipping her eyelids inside out and saying "do kkae bi". It really was scary too. She also did similar things like saying spirits were coming to get me if I didn't get to bed on time. I now know where that all came from and now I'm kinda convinced Korea is really haunted
hi south asian fag here
i got a spoopy story to tell but first a little background of my parent's hometown.
>it never was conquered by foreigners
>people there till now is very strict with traditions
>ancient ceremonies are still strictly followed without any bias of other cultures.
>stuffs are genuine af.
>be me, 5, visited parent's hometown
>no electricity and doesn't have access to clean water
>parents told me to pay respect to the ancestors by touching the ground with right hand and kiss it
>didn't do it cause wanna go on adventure with cousin in the forest
>5 minutes later, feels like someone smack my head
>looked around and ask cousin if he did it, cousin said nope he didn't
>was getting suspicious so i went back home
>cousin didn't come with me cause i told him to fuck off cause i thought he smacked me
>parent's hometown is like a jungle
>saw this mango tree, huge af
>feels like someone was watching me
>was kinda spooked so i called for my cousin's name
>someone from the tree started throwing small branches of trees at me
>check the tree if there are some monkeys on it
>really spooked now and started calling for my cousin's name as loud as i can
>the throwing of branches stop
>someone started pushing me but i cant see them
>cousin came to the rescue
>i was on the ground and cant stand up cause whenever i tried to, something i cant see will push me
>cousin got creep out
>idk what happened, it seems blurry now and cousin said i fainted and dad comes to carry me back home
>woke up with high fever
>the shaman like lady there told parents that the "ancestors" wants me out cause they think im a stranger
>told me to drink the water which the old lady put a spell on and pay proper respect to ancestors
>next day i was better and off to go on adventure with cousin in the forest again
grandad told me a before on why foreigners can't successfully invade the city because the "ancestors" doesn't want them there
>I shitpost in ALL the OC
Its a good read stop being an illitirate child who thinks reading anything over the size of a buzzfeed article is a waste of time. This is fairly interesting any way you look at it.
Especially since oriental culture and beliefs seems so "alien" to western culture and beliefs.
yes most are, and also some talks about creatures, like supernatural beings that you cant see but is there, animals that can talk etc. People here believe that all things has a soul and can feel pain. respect them and they will be good to you. be bad to them and you'll be doomed and even your soul cant be in peace. The place is rarely visited even by people in my country because they're scared of terrorist. But the supernatural things are legit af. It's the real deal. you can have spooky encounters at around 17:00. I will post more.
south fag again
here, we believe that all people have a twin, doppelgänger. they're kinda like a guardian but you can't see them.
>mom always prepare something for our doppelgänger, like a food offering every once or twice a year.
>she prepares green colored rice and boiled egg cut in half and put them in a room and told us not to go to the room for an hour
>after an hour, me and my siblings would check them out to see if the offering has been eaten and they really were
>you'll know they were eaten if there's a small holes on the egg, not really a bite mark and the rice has been partially touched
>then we eat the offering after as it was like blessed by our doppelgänger
>if you haven't given an offering to them, they will curse you and you'll get sick for no reason
>pic kinda related
did your grandparents mention mang tae harabuji? goddamn it that fucker scared the shit out of me when I was tiny
that's cool, I'll talk to her about posting here. she's a bit more reserved than me so I'm not sure if she'll follow through though.
I'll check both of them out, thank you. I'll post if I can think of anything else, but for now I think I'll lurk a bit.
shieeet anon, this is great. we used to eat the food we offered to the ancestors too, or what was left of it anyways after they were done.
Oh shit never thought you guys ate it also. Srsly. Wtf. My grandparents are really from south Asia not south Korea lol and there's no way that we have been influenced by people from the east. Mom still does that tho. Offering food.
Food offerings, libations, and ancestor worship are pretty much human constants. Inuit, African hunter-gatherers, uncontacted Amazonian tribes, you can find examples of it everywhere. Eating what's left after the offering is given just makes sense because scarcity.
>bool ga sa ree
was it something like this thing?
This is very interesting to me. Eating the food because of scarcity also makes sense-- Korea isn't the most agriculturally productive country by a long shot.
The body was pretty similar, but the snout was way longer-- it looked almost reptilian, but also had a bendy look to it, like a tapir or something.
>all the dogs are sold too, including mine
fuck the rest of your family, I hope they ended up with good families and protecting them from bad spirits, but damn, pets are part of a family, it's like selling a fucking brother.
Illuminati runs Korean music industry also. Had a cousin in a Kpop group and she ended up leaving because the music videos started becoming more and more sexualized as it progressed. She is still in contract with one of the labels so it ducks for her
>>grandfather confirms it's a do kkae bi, and throws out the leg deep in the mountains
>>we put out food for about a week as an apology to its clan
>>they leave human-like shits in our yard, as a sort of "fuck you," for about a month
>stubborn bastards these are, you can't train them like a labrador retriever to do cute tricks or sit for their food or not bite annoying children
"theyre stubborn, you cant train them to follow your commands and theyre aggressive to the point that they fucking bite people."
lol op i gotta say i think ill take the lab.
lol dude with all these stories about liver-eating-nine-tailed-human-female-impersonating foxes, smoldering panthers and fratbro mountain trolls, the only one's whose time was wasted were those who are too dumb to do anything with it in the first place.
In fact, those retards should thank OP for capturing their attention long enough to keep their dick out of a beehive or some other stupid shit that someone like you would do. garbage disposal? beehive? woodchipper?
> op doesnt mention fucking the chick
> assume this means he didnt
> op says hes about to marry her
> assume this also means he didnt fuck her because now we have to question the authenticity of things people tell us on the internet more so than we had to 30 minutes ago
thanks for the thread op. very entertaining. probably not realistic but lets be honest: anyone going to a fucking paranormal image board in search of realism is a fuckboy. like this guy >>17307439
> grandad told me a before on why foreigners can't successfully invade the city because the "ancestors" doesn't want them there
> no electricity and doesn't have access to clean water
lol I think i know why no one has ever invaded..... doesnt seem like theres a whole lot over there worth taking
These motherfuckers here. They might have all eternity to do whatever all day, but how is a mortal supposed to spend their every waking moment servicing the fleeting whims of the eternal and still say they lived? Do we have to start a spiritual union to get some goddamn rights? Just think about the math here.
First of all if you're dead why do you even need food?
>Inb4 it's about the respect
What respect? The conditions requested seem completely arbitrary. Who set the rules? It's like me leaving in my will that I expect all my relatives to suck off a donkey on the anniversary of my death.
If I'm just fucking with people in the afterlife because I can it seems more I have no respect for their lives or life in general. Just don't talk shit about me for no reason or sell my possessions I told you not to and we're good, that's reasonable. That's respectful. What is this fine dining with wine crap? Feed someone who needs to be fed! Should we cook separate meals for the dead animals on the plate too? And the spirits of the plants, water and land? When does it end?
>cook this specific dish I can't even actually derive nutrition from but I want it anyway, possibly forever even after your're dead since I expect your descendants to do it and this practice will increase exponentially as more of us die
Then people are getting cursed for making mistakes, isn't it human to err?
This is why exorcism is a thing. It's this shit. This. Shit. When the Ghostbusters show up they'll only have themselves to blame, just stay in your lane! Doing nothing for no one all day and wanting a full course dinner. Can you believe this, if any person alive today made such demands we'd have them lynched. How about giving out the winning lotto numbers or the location of treasure first so we can all eat? I hope they don't expect not to get their shit slapped when the living cross over.
I'm kind of late to the party, but thanks for sharing your stories.
Did your grandfather consider moving away from demon/monster infested place he was living in?
Was the area you lived in ever mentioned in the news or even crypto enthusiast societies on the internet etc?
thanks for the thread, op. hope your grandfather has found peace with his family
American here. Obaasan(grandmother) was Japanese. Used to tell me stories as a kid. Kappa used to scare the crap out of me when I was young. Only Asian spool that ever got to me.
My Asian friend did this when his dad died. They put all the favorite food he loved and a cigarette becouse he smoked and a lighter in the kitchen located downstairs. Once they finish praying they spent the night upstairs. The next day my friend said some food had bite marks and cigarette was used and smelled like smoked. It's a Asian tradition most people don't do it no more.
completely unrelated to east-asian/south korean/whatever traditions...
but I thought Id chime in and say that offerings to the spirits are eaten after the ceremony in MOST ancestral animist systems. From Australia to the Caribbean to Siberia... its fairly universal.
Hey OP I'm in the wanting of LEAVING HUMANITY BEHIND as /fit/ says, and getting stronk as fuck, if I wanted to, would it be possible to be part of the troll folk for a short while once I reach the best shape I can through normal means?
You are planning on becoming jacked then living with Korean trolls?
Sounds like a good idea in theory but I am sure trolls will get tired of you talking about being natty and how you get all these gains.
Trolls are to preoccupied with fucking cats and lost travelers.
You know even if this is all bullshit it's well written and entertaining bullshit and doesn't have any of the shit that makes these threads so bad so good job OP, but personally I believe it as I've seen similar things happen with my own eyes.
Thank you for your story, OP. This has been a great thread and it has sure sparked anew my interest in the differences between city life and country life. I wonder, do more superstitious people live in the countryside because cities are just not spirits' liking, and thus it's not about superstition but a fact of life? I mean, city-life and the scientific method are very dependant on people living in centralized locations and whatever happens, happens predictably - experiments being repeatable on demand. Just because spirits don't react to tests desirably, doesn't mean that spirits don't exists (if you were one and a bunch of guys showed up with testing equipment, wouldn't you get the fuck out if you didn't like attention?).
Oh, and good luck in your present life and family too. If you're raising kids, do make sure they understand that there are things beyond human understanding and control in this life, even though one's life and desires are not one of them.
ahaha no I don't plan on being an utter meathead around them, I'd bring plenty of alcohol from out of continent and try to have fun with them so I'm sure they'd be happy with that right?
>there´s some people here with actual stories from their past
Yeah no one wants to hear your shitty fucking goat man pasta again you thick cunt
GO READ ANOTHER THREAD IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS ONE
I'm actually screaming over this one fucking thing
Please tell me 911 was a typo
I swear that's not the number in Korea
I don't care if this isn't true i just want to believe it, i shared three of the stories with my girlfriend and we liked them.
The mythology is correct, except the beast that was shot at by the guy's grandpa is supposedly "An Iron eating monster that is known to destroy all that is evil and wrong." but op could probably tell you more
so like heres the important question
>do you fuck the fox girl THEN get killed and eaten
>or do you not get the pus pus and get killed
Im asking in case I ever encounter a nine tail fox.
you would be wise to take note that these people in Korea you speak of are the people of God.
everybody spiritually blind needs sight. I would say it is God trying to illustrate these things to you and your family.
Although many people in the world reject Christ, even the cultures who profit by the blessings of God (especially Germany), those who embrace Him are the people of God and they will live forever
God be with you anon
There's a lot of back and forth on the result of an encounter but basically they have the option of not killing you and eating your guts which could potentially lead to benefits on its end. Apparently the kid goes with the Kumiho.
>go to japan
>meet a kitsune
>offer to fuck it and be its husband
>live in japan with qt3.14 kitsune GF and fox child
>help her eat people so she can eventually become real
>maybe find health and spiritual benefits from this relationship
I see literally nothing wrong with this as long as i'm not injured
Did you have any "jangseung" around your villages or homes?