
I wasn't going to post this but it's been years and I still think about it.
The high school I went to was a private school in Incheon, Nam-dong district. Built over 30 years ago. Decent facilities but the kind of building where you can just FEEL that something's off in certain hallways. The worst was the basement level corridor where all the club rooms were. Students had a name for it. Just called it "that place." You know how it is.
I was in the video production club, we did school broadcasts, event coverage, editing stuff. Even showed up during summer break sometimes for competitions. That particular night it was mid-summer break and a few of us were down in the editing room finishing up a project. Around 9pm everyone else trickled home and it was just me and my friend Hyunsu left, backing up files.
The editing room was at the very end of the basement corridor. There was a security CCTV mounted right outside the door. Usually pointed at nothing interesting. But there was this rumor that had been going around for years. "After 10pm, weird stuff shows up on that camera." Like, a shadow at the end of the hallway. Human shaped. Just standing there. Then slowly disappearing. Apparently it had been recorded multiple times.
We laughed about it earlier that night, joking like "imagine if the ghost shadow actually showed up tonight lmao." But then 10pm hit and the vibe just... shifted. Hard to explain.
We were packing up equipment when the editing room speakers suddenly made this horrible static sound. Like a machine picking up a random signal.
"What was that?"
"Eh, probably just the equipment."
And then we saw it. On the live CCTV feed on the monitor. The end of the hallway. In front of the storage room door that was definitely empty two seconds ago.
Someone was standing there.
Long hair down to the shoulders. Figure was blurry, face completely hidden in shadow. And it wasn't moving. At all. Like the feed had frozen except everything else was fine.
"hey. you're seeing this right."
"...yeah. what the HELL is that."
I tried to zoom in on the monitor and it just. turned off. The lights in the editing room went out at the same exact moment. Total darkness. I could literally hear my own heartbeat.
We got our phones out for light and grabbed our stuff and were about to bolt when the editing room door swung open on its own. That creaking sound. By itself.
We both screamed. Ran down the hallway, hit the stairs, I looked back for half a second.
Someone was standing under the CCTV at the end of the corridor. Slowly lowering their head. Looking at us.
That was not a person.
Next day we went back to check the CCTV footage. That specific 20 minute window from the night before was just gone. Deleted or corrupted or whatever. Our homeroom teacher said "oh the equipment's old, these things happen" and moved on. We did not move on.
A few days later one of the senior club members showed us footage he'd quietly kept on his own drive. Old CCTV clips from years back.
Same spot. Same shadow. Over and over. Same position every single time. Same hour.
After that the video club never used the basement editing room again. They relocated the whole club to an empty classroom on the second floor. People who still walk past that CCTV in the basement apparently make a point of not looking at the screen.
because supposedly if the shadow makes eye contact with you... you see it again. In your dreams.
If your school still has cameras running right now, maybe pull up the feed.
Just to check.
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