3am at Gwangalli Beach. she asked me to go with her.

I wasn't going to post this but.

Okay so this is supposedly a true account from a guy named Jaehyun, college student, summer 2019, living alone in a one-room apartment near Gwangalli Beach in Busan.

It was summer break. He was juggling a part-time job and assignments, so he was up late constantly. Hot nights especially, he'd just walk the beach to decompress. Normal stuff.

That night it was around 3am.

He's walking along the sand and spots a woman sitting alone at a bench near the end of the beach. Long hair. White dress. And she's holding something tightly in her hand, he can't tell what.

He doesn't think much of it and just... sits down at the bench next to her. Whatever. Beach at 3am, people are weird, no big deal.

Except.

She doesn't move. For over ten minutes. Not her head, not her hands. Not even a breath. He's sitting there watching and there is ZERO movement. No chest rising. Nothing.

So he slowly starts to get up to look at her face and the second he does, she turns her head. Just slightly. Wrong. And she whispers.

"will you... come with me?"

Her voice was crystal clear. But it sounded like it was coming from underwater. Like something echoing up from the bottom of the ocean.

Right at that moment the wind just SLAMS in out of nowhere. An umbrella behind the bench flies off. A trash can tips over.

Jaehyun stumbles back. He looks at the bench again.

She's gone.

After that he starts having the same nightmare. Every night. He's walking on the beach and far away he can see her, white dress, coming toward him. Slowly. And she always says the same thing.

"come with me... come... with me..."

A whole month of this. Same dream, over and over.

Finally he goes to a small Buddhist temple near Gwangalli. The monk there doesn't say anything at first, just looks at him for a long time. Then:

"It was the woman on the bench at the beach, wasn't it. You talked to her. She asked you to go with her."

Jaehyun goes cold. "How do you know that?"

The monk just shakes his head.

"That woman died on that same bench five years ago. Suicide. Her boyfriend had left her. Every year around this time she comes back. She's trying to get someone to go into the water with her."

The monk gave him a small talisman and told him to stay away from the beach for a while.

The nightmares stopped that night. He eventually left Gwangalli entirely.

Then two years later, someone posts this on an online community:

"3am at a bench in Gwangalli. a woman talked to me. asked me to come with her. does anyone know what this is about?"

Top reply:

"do NOT follow her."