2011 Mystery Sketch Bong-Cheon-Dong Ghost
The story is based on true personal accounts.
It was probably around 11:20 at night. I was heading home after long, tiring night-study sessions. But I didn't see anybody around that day, which was weird, since the apartment complex is pretty big and I usually see a lot of people even at night.
Anyways, I was a little scared so I was just walking while looking down on the ground,
when I saw a shadow stretching towards me. Even though there had been no one around just a moment ago.
When I looked up..
I saw a woman walking in front of me. But it just didn't look right.
I could say she looked slightly indisposed.. She was limping pretty hard.
She was walking very slow, and I soon caught up with her. I was able to see her even better up close.
She was wearing dirty pink pajamas.. and it looked like every joint in her body was twisted. Her hair was a mess and sticking out in every direction.
It seemed really weird, so I stopped walking.
I felt like I shouldn't get any closer to her, and I didn't have the guts to pass by her.
[The ghost turns around.]
They say when you're really surprised, you can't even scream. I couldn't move, and just froze there.
"Where's my baby?"
Her question made my thoughts race..
I don't even know why I did it then.. And it still scares me.
I pointed as far as I could and answered.. "O, over there."
I just wanted her to get away from me.
She limped towards the direction I pointed to..
And I couldn't see her anymore.
I didn't want to risk running into her again, so I tried to turn around quickly and leave the apartment complex.
I couldn't think of anything but to get to some place where there'd be people around.
"She is not there!" [The ghost runs towards you.]
I don't remember anything afterwards. I heard that my neighbor found me passed out on the ground and took me home.
In 2007, at an apartment in Boncheon-Dong, Gwna-Ak-Gu, Seoul, a 33-year-old woman jumped off the apartment and died on the spot. Jo, who was divorced due to her affair, had lost the custody of her daughter and decided to kill herself.
She was seen walking around the apartment complex many times after her suicide. She was barefoot and wore the pajamas she was wearing when she died; every join in her body was twisted, and she was an awful sight.
But yeah, the neck cracking part had me frozen in my seat. The other part made me scream, and I haven't really gone to the bottom...
That comic literally had me fling my computer across the bed in a vain attempt to escape the ghost. I can't say a lot of things literally scare my socks off, but uh...jegus. I managed to finish the comic, though. I'm going to have nightmares tonight, oh boy.
Multiplied by the dot flow for extended action. Jegus.
Scared the poo out of me when I played LoZ: MM and heard this. Why is Majora's mask so disturbing of a game?
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Trolls lie within.
Be the modest martial artist, Kempah Treyoh.
Be the NINJATROLL, Gonkah Takaha.
Be the troll with three uncontrollable mindsets, Merchi Thaton.
Be the optimistic junior geologist, Yingeh Logosh.
Be the swindling, swift, stealing desert wanderer, Embezz Opluña.
Be the evil, insane sociopath, Arcnea Shatha.
Be the antagonistic electrokinetic, Elktro Carzan.
Be the adventurous lover of... His own blood, Abrigi Zeala.
Be the dollmaking priestess of the wicked arts, Ligran Vahdan.
Be the socially anxious building block nerd, Bunneh Lilkic.
Be the hovering scuttlebuggy pilot with a dark secret, Raksha Bodken.
Split Lip is a webcomic dedicated entirely to nightmare fuel. So many good creepy tales.
The Executioner Is a Lonely Man and Headin' South are in the classic Twilight Zone/ RL Stine vein. An Old Man, Looking and Pieces of Meat have a King feel. Face Blind is probably my favorite on that site.
But really the writing on ALL of them is great and the artists that illustrate each tale fit great.
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