
I wasn't going to post this but here we go.
Back in middle school, my friend A had this house we'd all hang out at constantly. It was perched on a cliff by the coast at the edge of town, parents always home late, basically the perfect spot for a bunch of kids to do dumb stuff unsupervised.
So in December, school gave us the day off for 수능¹ and we all piled into A's place. The plan: bunshinsaba. That Japanese spirit summoning thing that was ALL OVER Korean schools back then.
Here's how we set it up. Round wooden table. Hiragana cards laid out in a circle (you had to be careful the letters didn't accidentally spell out animal names like tiger or deer, apparently that's bad??), plus yes/no cards and numbers 0-9. And instead of a coin, we used a plain cup with no design on it. Everyone breathes into the cup, puts one finger on it, and that's it. You're ready.
A was running the whole thing. Did the standard line: 'Bunshinsaba, bunshinsaba. If you're here, please move to yes.'
The cup moved to yes.
A immediately got a shit-eating grin and went 'okay so. who does OO (my name) have a crush on??'
I went red. 'STOP that's so weird don't ask that!!'
But the ghost didn't spell out any girl's name.
It just. kept. going back and forth between two characters.
추. 워. 추. 워. 추. 워.
'Cold. Cold. Cold.'
'what the. WHAT IS THAT.'
'...I don't like this...'
The whole vibe just dropped. My shoulders started aching out of nowhere and I got a headache.
I said we're stopping, everyone agreed immediately. But the ghost wouldn't leave. We just. forced it to end without properly closing out.
A was freaking out like 'what if it curses my house' and B was trying to calm her down saying 'it's fine as long as you break the cup and burn the paper.' So we did that and basically fled the house.
Three days later.
A woman's body washed up on the coast right next to A's house.
The winter sea must have been so cold...
Thankfully nothing bad happened to any of us afterward. I just hope she's at peace.
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