Bongcheon-dong Ghost Novels & Stories

No wonder they were emboldened, it turned out that in this house, it was never just Mu Zenin and the little girl! "Tell you a secret oh." Tong Tong lying sideways beside her, said in a good mood, "People can raise ghosts, and ghosts, they can also raise ghosts, although they are silly, but trapping you, is still very easy to do." These little ghosts, both the lonely souls that Tong Tong detained from the outside, and also those who were originally killed by her, helping her when something is wrong, and being her rations when nothing is wrong. Mu Zi lying on the bed, at this moment the mood has been completely quiet.

But unlike when they were kids, his grip was ten times stronger. "If it isn't Ae Doodie..." Sochun whispered coyly at her. "I told you that if you ever return to Busan I'd r*pe you." his voice laced with malice forced Doona's eyes to tear up and her teeth chattered uncontrollably.

Ming Yue stared at the small office building located in D.3 district in silence. Her face showed indifference, as if the small building was nothing but sand castle in her eyes. The men stood at the sideline, their eyes nervously paid attention to the little girl's expression. Probably they wanted to know what the girl would do or wanted to see her reaction other than indifference. However what they didn't know was that what Ming Yue saw was not just the building. There were many miserable ghosts surrounding the building, it as if the place was a crime scene. ALL of the ghost were female and judging by their ghostly state, they died because of sexual assault.

Min remained silent, watching the breakdown. "A one-room, one-parlor house in the rural outskirts of Gyeonggi-do," Hoon whispered. "It smelled of mold and sewage. We ate stale rice every night. Sometimes we didn't eat at all because she," he pointed a trembling finger at his mother, "spent whatever money she got on clothes so she could look presentable when she stalked her numerous boyfriends."

Daniel closed his laptop and gaped at Bella. "Are you jealous because she knows about me?" He narrowed his gaze at her, teasing her. "There is nothing to be jealous of." Bella glared at him and took another sip of coffee from the mug. Daniel sneered and put his laptop on the table. "I need to breathe in the fresh air. Bella wanna go with me?" Bella didn't think twice before nodding her head, outside is better than sitting here mindlessly with her weird, annoying friends. ---- "Why are we here in Namdaemun Market? You said we have to go to that place where that accident happened." Kwon turned to Shawn confusedly who was looking partly excited seeing the street foods. Shawn brought her here sa

“I can manage that. I’m already fluent in it.” We spent the rest of the day like tourists who didn’t know how to be tourists. No fancy itineraries, no guides — just the city, our laughter, and the hum of life around us. We wandered through the narrow alleys of Bukchon, where traditional houses leaned close together like whispered stories. Vincent carried my camera bag without complaint, occasionally stopping to take photos when he thought I wasn’t looking. At Gyeongbokgung Palace, he insisted I pose by the gates, the wind tugging at my hair as he snapped the photo. “For the record,” he said, looking at the screen, “you make ancient architecture look underdressed.”

~ Hailey Park ~ Let me start by saying: If I ever mysteriously disappear, please check the nearest K-drama filming set because I’m certain that’s where my ghost will be haunting. Because today… today is The Kiss Scene day. Yes, that one. The one Ethan Jang mentioned in his villain voice like he was announcing my doom. And as I stand outside Studio B at 7:02 a.m. clutching my iced Americano like a holy relic, I ask myself one very important question:

"The term until the final match is quite long. Do you want to go to Chuncheon and eat spicy stir-fried chicken?" Haneul Jang moved his lips while holding the drink Yuhwan handed. Of all things, to think it is Chuncheon. It is the exact place where Yuhwan died and he also lost memories by an accident in the past life. When even that wound-filled memory caught by Do-wan Yoo overlapped, Haneul Jang's heart began to fluctuate unmanageably.

Suho punched his arm, pretending to get hurt. Hana and Suho drove to the campsite and left the trailer at the site. Busan, perched at the southern part of Korea, has access to great beaches and landscapes. Hana’s kind of place. “OMG. It looks like San Francisco,” Hana’s eyes twinkled at the sight of the bridge and vast sea. Suho parked next to G beach overlooking the bridge, which ran parallel to the beach. Suho smirked. “Let’s go to the market after and buy seafood. Jooho gave me a great tip in choosing the freshest produce in the market.”