恐怖故事分享地

This is a supernatural event that shook Taiwan in the 1990s. Legend has it that a group of people were fishing by a river in Gangshan Township, Kaohsiung County (now Gangshan District, Kaohsiung City). They had a good catch that day, and one of them caught a huge tilapia. Everyone excitedly grilled and shared the fish on the spot. As they were enjoying the delicious fish, a hoarse, eerie female voice suddenly echoed through the air, softly asking in Taiwanese: 'Was the fish meat tasty? (Hî-bah hó-tsia̍h bô?)'

He drew a big red circle on Mom's belly. I took my drawing book to the kitchen and asked Dad, "Dad, why did my little brother draw a circle on Mom's belly?" Dad, who was chopping vegetables, flinched when he heard my question. Without turning around, he said in a very deep voice, "...Because your little brother knew Mom was pregnant before the car accident. He was really looking forward to being an older brother." I nodded and turned to leave the kitchen. That's when I suddenly got goosebumps all over and started breaking out in a cold sweat. Because I remembered... my little brother had been dead for a year.

I have a 5-year-old brother who tragically passed away in a car accident six months ago. My mom, overwhelmed by grief, started showing signs of mental distress. She would sit in the living room every day, holding the teddy bear my brother loved most, and talk to herself. Today, while organizing my brother's belongings, I found a sketchbook he drew in under his bed. The last page's doodle depicted our family: Dad, Mom, me, and my brother. Everyone was smiling happily, but strangely, my brother used a red crayon to draw a big red circle on Mom's belly.

The Fourth Person in the Elevator I got off work late and entered the elevator, where a man and a woman were already inside. As the elevator descended, a man in a black suit got in on the third floor, head bowed, standing in the corner. The elevator continued down. I happened to glance at the mirrored wall and was shocked to see – there were only three reflections! The man in the black suit had no reflection. I froze, cold sweat dripping down my back. The woman next to me seemed to notice too, tightly gripping her boyfriend's hand. The man's face turned pale, his fingers subtly moving towards the door close button. 'Ding.' We reached the first floor, and the doors slowly opened. The man in the black suit stepped out first, disappearing down the hallway. The three of us rushed out of the elevator. The woman asked the building manager, her voice trembling, "Did you see that man in the black suit who just left?" The manager looked confused. "What black suit? From the beginning to the end, only the three of you came out." We looked at each other – just how many people were in that elevator?

※The following is a retelling from a first-person perspective, based on the original post and subsequent replies. Three years ago, I lived in an apartment building that had no '4th floor' and was nominally called the 5th floor. My young daughter at the time often played with an 'older sister' whom I couldn't see. I initially thought it was just a child's imagination, but upon closer observation, my daughter seemed to be genuinely conversing back and forth with someone. One rainy day, I suddenly noticed many small handprints on the window next to the kitchen. Thinking it was my daughter's doing, I reached out to wipe them, only to discover— The handprints were all on the *outside* of the window. This was actually four stories up, and there was no balcony or anything to stand on outside the window. I grew increasingly frightened and moved out earlier than planned. Afterward, I had an exorcism performed at my family's suggestion. The priest speculated that children sometimes unintentionally attract 'those kinds of things.' Perhaps my daughter wouldn't let go of that 'older sister,' so she left the handprints to let me know she was really there. ...Leaving handprints as a way to announce your presence is just terrifying.

As we were about to part ways at the end, Uncle Ishikawa seemed to recall something. "By the way, Do you guys know? Local residents, to avoid offending the gods, Don't call this mountain by its name. They call this mountain Sleepless Mountain. Meaning, Those who ascend this mountain, Even after death, cannot find freedom. They must become servants of this mountain for seven years, And only in the eighth year can they truly find peace." After parting, My friend and I both felt a chill run down our spines. Every little rustle of the wind could scare us half to death. So we picked a karaoke place, Went in, sang songs to boost our courage until dawn. Even while singing, we still felt creeped out. It wasn't until after sunrise that we shakily returned to our lodging. In the end, we both came to a realization: Climbing snow-capped mountains in the death zone above 6,000 meters Is simply an act of seeking death. I'd rather die than be dragged to go there again....... (End) *The creepiest part is the story's mention at the end that if you die on this mountain, you can only be reborn after eight years... Coincidentally, the 1991 Meili Snow Mountains disaster occurred in early January 1991, and the belongings and bodies of the deceased climbing team were found in July 1998 on a glacier at an altitude of 3800 meters.

Due to the harsh weather, the base camp was unable to dispatch any more teams up the mountain. We were hesitating whether to abandon the rescue and retreat. For days and nights, I had a premonition in my bed. And it grew stronger each day. It felt as if disaster was imminent and we were doomed. So I cried and begged in every way possible, hoping to leave this place soon. Then, the overall commander also felt something was wrong with the situation on the mountain. He announced the rescue operation a failure and ordered everyone to descend. On the very day we left, a unprecedentedly large avalanche occurred near the base camp. A vast forest of hundred-year-old cedar trees all fell after the avalanche. But that cedar forest was not even in the path of the avalanche...... Some say the wind pressure from the avalanche blew down the trees. But I believe there is a power on this mountain that transcends human understanding, and mysterious, peculiar phenomena are controlling everything alive and no longer alive on this mountain. Because I have personally witnessed those kinds of supernatural phenomena..... After I returned, I left four fingers and three toes for this mountain as the price for still being alive. As for why the mountain spared my life, I don't know. Perhaps there's no special reason. Because mountain gods are not something we can comprehend. Uncle Ishikawa said this and took off his gloves, revealing only six fingers left on his hands. My friend and I couldn't even breathe properly. Our faces must have been deathly pale. What happened to Mita later? Uncle Ishikawa thought for a moment and replied, I think he's mostly dead...... Even if he's still alive, I don't think it would really be Mita.

Only Kiyoko Stood about ten meters in front of us. Her bloodless skin was covered in a thin layer of frost, Her eyes were just black hollows, Watching us with a gaze not of this world. Her arms were twisted at unnatural angles, Hanging limply from her slender shoulders. A part of her body was missing from her waist. However, Her face wore a grotesque smile, The corners of her mouth pulled up to the point of tearing, Staring at us motionlessly. I've seen many illusions on the mountain in my life, But none have ever been this real, Nor this terrifying. All I remember in the end is Kiyoko, in a way other than herself, Struggling to move her stiff joints, Slowly walking towards us. Mitada, in my arms, stared wide-eyed at Kiyoko, Let out a long sigh from his throat, And became completely still. Then, My vision went black, And I remember nothing else. When I woke up, I was already at the base camp down the mountain. Apparently, Another search and rescue team found me at the end of the M Glacier. The team said they couldn't reach C2 due to the severe weather, So they had to turn back after spending a few nights at C1. They were surprised to find me there, As this route was a full four kilometers away from the U Glacier route. I asked if they had found Mitada or Chen Ming. They both replied that they had only found me, And hadn't seen anything else along the way. So, I recuperated at the base camp for two weeks. Whenever asked what had happened, I remained silent.

『I can't... anymore... They've come to get me... Please Don't let them take me Save me It's all your fault I shouldn't have been here at all Save me I beg you, save me......』 As Chen Ming passed by, he kept begging me. But I had also reached my limit. My vision was gradually blurring, and the Shandai on my shoulder felt as heavy as a hundred pounds of iron, making me feel like I could collapse at any moment. From afar, I heard Chen Ming's sobbing, followed by screams twisted by fear. Finally, a 'gurgling' sound came from his throat, and then I never heard Chen Ming's voice again. This journey, like a living hell, stretched on endlessly. At this moment, besides my heavy breaths and Shandai's heartbeat, the earth was deathly silent. I instinctively knew this couldn't go on. Shandai's and my body temperature were continuously dropping. Unless we could find a windbreak from a rock face, before this night ended, Shandai and I would freeze to death here. However, fate was not on my side. My foot caught on something, and Shandai and I both fell hard. My headlamp was thrown somewhere, I don't know where. In the dense fog, I finally understood. There was no possibility of survival anymore. Shandai was still alive, but his breathing was very weak, and he kept repeating in his mouth: 『Kiyoko, I'm sorry. I'm sorry........』 His consciousness was clearly in chaos. But I also saw it. In the fog, countless figures were moving around us.

Seeing the sky slowly darken The snowstorm grew fiercer We were plunged into pitch darkness Darkness enveloped us. In my ears, the piercing sound of the wind Mixed with all sorts of sounds that no longer belonged in this world. Even if I wanted to pretend not to hear Those laughter, cries, wails, sighs Drilled into my mind one after another. My limbs had long gone from aching to numb Now they had no feeling at all. I kept regretting in my heart We should have gone down the mountain when we still could. No I don't think we should have come here at all. On this mountain, besides death There is nothing. Nothing........ The first to fall was Mita. "She's here. I see her. She's waiting for me to come." Mita knelt on the ground Mutering to himself. I called out to Chen Ming Asking Chen to help me carry Mita. But Chen Ming kept looking back With a terrified look, ignoring my request. So He abandoned us And fled alone. I threw away my backpack With my numb right hand I shouldered Mita's left shoulder Moving forward with great difficulty and slowness. "Leave me be. We can't go back. They are all here. She's been watching us." I gritted my teeth Ignoring what Mita said And dragged him forward step by step. I called out to Chen Ming again Hoping he would stop and fulfill his duty as a guide to help me. But Chen Ming also collapsed.