Dark Side of Seoul

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Take a tour down the dark alleys of the forgotten 600-year history of bloody massacres, seedy hideaways, and mourning ghosts.

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his is the side of Seoul that you won’t find in the tourism brochures. Take a tour down the dark alleys of the forgotten 600-year history of bloody massacres, seedy hideaways, and mourning ghosts. Stops on this tour include the following:

The site of a gruesome massacre

The bridge whose stones tell a dark story that lovers and passersby know nothing about

A neighborhood known to be occupied by the spirits of prostitutes who met grisly ends

Along the way we regale tales of Seoul’s famous ghosts and murderers, weird and surprising landmarks, and the ancient city’s scandalous secrets. Clairvoyants on the tour have reported that we also have a few vaporous guests who join us. Keep an eye out for them. This is not a food tour. There will be an opportunity to buy refreshments. Ladies will receive a measure of protection from certain Japanese ghosts. Children under 18 should not take this tour. It involves violent stories, sex jokes, and foul-mouthed tour guides.

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Okay, you Folkheads, it's #FolkloreThursday (actually, I'm a little late again this week) and here's our weekly folklore post: part two of The Tale of the Little Sister. If you haven't read part one yet, you can do so here: goo.gl/FJHwtt Enjoy! The Tale of the Little Sister (part 2) In the house, the father refused to believe his eldest son's story: the little sister had killed the cow and with such cruelty that she was surely possessed by some evil spirit. The two argued, the son pleading with his father to believe him. "You were dreaming. It was nothing but a nightmare." The son pushed harder, but now his father was angry and said the son was betraying his family. The father removed his eldest son as the heir and cast him out of the home. With the eldest son gone, the second son felt responsibility as the eldest child in the home. He told his father that he would investigate the bizarre slaughter of the cows. That night, the second son stayed in the barn. Just like his older brother, he witnessed his little sister come in, stroke a cow, and then violently tear out its liver and eat it. When the second son tried to explain what he had seen, that the little girl must be possessed by something evil, the father grew angry. The second son was disinherited and cast out of the home for dishonouring his family. All four seasons passed when the two sons happened to meet again along a mountain path far from their home. In their exile, both had become beggars and lived in squalor. They embraced and started talking of home and what both of them had seen in the barn. Both were convinced what they had seen was real and decided to go back home. The way home was many days and along the mountain path they came across a Buddhist hermitage. They asked the lone monk if they could stay the night. The old monk gave them food and the brothers shared the story of their little sister. The monk told them a sly evil had invaded their home. He gave the eldest brother a tiny jar filled with a mysterious liquid. "Use this when the time is right." The next day the brothers continued their journey home. They arrived at their estate after a few days. The home and the land was in shambles. The stench of corpses permeated the air. The barn was full of dead cows. Suddenly, the silhouette of the little sister darkened the door to the home. "It's good you've both returned," she said to her brothers. "I'm almost finished. The cows are gone. Your parents are gone. All I need is two more. Two more livers and I'll be human." The little sister leapt from the threshold, nine distinctly fox-like tails protruding from her rear. She landed atop the second son and chomped hard on his throat. The eldest son kicked the creature off his brother. He then realized what had happened: his little sister was long ago eaten by a gumiho, a demonic nine-tailed fox; the monster took her form and lived in the family home, devouring livers so it could become human. The gumiho tried to pounce on the eldest son but, armed with the little jar given him by the wise old monk, smashed the jar across the gumiho's face. A great fireball erupted from the jar and engulfed the gumiho. The creature squirmed and shrieked as it burned. Suddenly, with the fire at its most intense, the gumiho burst into a thousand mosquitoes and flew away. The eldest son found the bodies of his father and mother in the home. He took them along with his brother and gave them a proper funeral. He mourned deeply for his family, all the while lamenting that he couldn't find the body of his little sister so he could give her a funeral as well. And so it is said that after this time, all foxes and mosquitoes fear open flames, and is the best way to keep them - and gumiho - away. *Don’t forget to visit FolkloreThursday for more folklore from around the world.
7 months ago
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It's #FolkloreThursday! Well... a day late. Sorry about that. The tale this week is quite long, so we're going to break it up into two parts - like classic horror serials. Muhwahaha~ Enjoy! And don't forget to have a look at FolkloreThursday for more folklore from around the world. The Tale of the Little Sister (part 1) When tigers smoked pipes, a wealthy man, his wife, and three sons lived on an estate where they raised cattle on their huge plot of land. The man and his wife were happy but they dearly wanted a daughter. In time, they were blessed with another pregnancy and they were overjoyed when the baby was born because, at last, they had a daughter. The girl grew and was very adventurous and playful, so much so that she often tormented her older brothers. The only relief they had was when the girl would go off into the nearby mountain forest alone to pick mushrooms. On such a day, the girl went off with her basket, and her mother told her to be home before dark. The girl agreed and in her typically cheerful way, skipped off down the forest path. That evening as the sun began its descent, the girl hadn't returned home and the father and mother grew worried. The father mounted his horse and went off into the mountains to search for his daughter. Long he rode through the afforested trail but found no sign of her. He arrived at the top of a great ravine but thought it was much too far for the girl to have travelled on foot. Then, across the ravine on the other slope, through the darkening forest and drifting mist, he spotted the silhouette of a young girl. He sped down, across, and up the other side of the ravine to the silhouette. As he approached he could see it was his daughter. "My child," he said, "Why have you come this deep into the mountains? Everyone is worried about you!" The girl turned, cocked her head, and spied him for a short time. She smiled and said "Sorry, Father." He returned the smile and hoisted her up onto the horse. "It's all right. Just don't come this far into the mountains again. Understand?" The girl sat in the front of the saddle. "Yes, Father. I understand." As they rode, the father asked, "And the mushrooms?" The girl looked back, "Hm? Oh... The mushrooms. I'm sorry, I dropped my basket and lost it." The father chuckled. "That's fine. At least we didn't lose you." The family was relieved the girl was home safely. She was exhausted from her adventure, so she ate and went to bed. Over the next couple of days, the sons of the house noticed their little sister wasn't annoying them to play. She was quiet and contemplative, nothing like she was before. Late on the third night after the girl returned home, the father was awakened by shrill, piercing screams coming from the barn. The father and his eldest son ran to the barn, unbolted the door, and found a cow on the ground in its death throes. The poor creature muttered a few final groans and died. Blood painted the ground and a hole was torn into the cow's abdomen. "It must have been a wolf," the son said. "Maybe," the father replied, "But how did it get in? The door and windows are bolted." It was a mystery they couldn't solve. The next day, they buried the cow and cleaned up the barn. That night, around the same late time, the family was awakened again by the painful screams of a cow in the barn. Again, the father and eldest son found a dead bovine, a hole in its abdomen. This horror happened again the following night, and it remained a mystery. What was happening to their cattle? The father, mother, and eldest son discussed what should be done. The son volunteered to sleep in the barn with his sword to catch whatever beast was killing their cows. The father and mother agreed, and early that night the son picked a corner of the barn to hide in and settled down. In the middle of the night, the son was awakened by the sound of shuffling footsteps in the barn. He could see in the moonlight seeping in the windows the silhouette of his sister standing in front of a cow. She stroked the cow and whispered to it. The girl then poured a liquid on her hands and arms. By the smell of it, the son could tell it was sesame oil. Suddenly, the girl lifted both arms and thrust them with incredible force into the cow's abdomen. The creature cried in agony, trying in vain to escape the clutches of the girl. The girl reached all around the inside of the cow and finally pulled out its liver, which she stuffed into her mouth nearly whole. The brother was so terrified he couldn't move. Just then, the barn door swung open and in ran the father. The son ran to his father but the daughter had disappeared. To be continued...
7 months ago