深夜怪談與都市傳說

# Facial Recognition Late at night, the apartment was so quiet that only the faint hum of the air conditioner could be heard. Xiaomei was curled up in bed, fiddling with her newly acquired smartphone. This phone boasted top-tier 3D structured light facial scanning, with official promotions claiming it could capture subtle facial contours and apply dynamic filters in real-time, even in pitch-black darkness. She slid her fingers, turning off all the lights in the room. The room was instantly plunged into thick darkness, with only a barely visible infrared scanning light point emanating from the phone's camera, slowly sweeping back and forth across her face. The screen flickered with a faint glow, successfully recognizing her face, and a soft cat filter was applied, its ears twitching slightly with her shallow breaths. The next moment, the screen was suddenly overlaid with a special effect. The infrared scanning line moved upwards, sweeping across the dark area of the ceiling. A dark shadow suspended directly above her head was forcibly fitted with a blood-red ghost face by the system. The ghost face had sunken eyes, with dark red liquid slowly dripping down from the eye sockets. Its mouth was torn open, stretching all the way to its ears. It had no hair, and its face was plastered to the ceiling, hanging its head and quietly looking down at her lying on the bed. The filter was still auto-tracking, and as the shadow moved slightly, the ghost face also tilted its head slightly. Xiaomei froze, her blood seeming to instantly turn to ice. She didn't dare to breathe loudly, and cold sweat seeped from the back of her neck into the pillow, her fingertips numb and almost unable to hold the phone. She dared not look up at the ceiling, only seeing through the phone's viewfinder that blood-red face hanging just a few dozen centimeters above her head. A cold, emotionless system prompt popped up on the phone, with white text on a black background slowly appearing:

It was 2 AM. The living room lights flickered. A pale, purplish female ghost floated before me, baring her claws with a cold laugh: "Heh heh... I am a vengeful spirit born from the accumulated grudges of everyone in this building. As long as I'm here, you won't find a moment's peace!" I had just gotten home from overtime, too exhausted to even take off my shoes. Looking at the ghost emanating a chilling aura, my eyes suddenly lit up. I immediately turned off the living room air conditioner, plopped onto the sofa, and kicked up my feet: "This is great! Air conditioning costs a fortune in the summer, and your body's cooling effect is amazing! Oh, and you said you're an embodiment of grudges, right? Come on, let me vent a little—" I casually handed her an opened can of black coffee and proceeded to rant for over two hours, from my boss's unreasonable demands today, to my useless teammates slacking off, and then the soaring prices this month and my credit card bills. The female ghost, initially stiff-clawed, eventually quietly retracted her fangs. She sat on the other end of the sofa, holding the can of black coffee, listening silently, occasionally sighing thoughtfully along with me. By 4 AM, I was finally tired and rubbed my sore eyes: "Sorry... I treated you like a trash can and dumped so much on you. Weren't you supposed to suck my energy or scare me tonight? Why aren't you doing anything?"

"Chongyang Wine" "Grandpa, it's Chongyang Festival today. Everyone's going to climb heights and admire chrysanthemums. Since your legs are inconvenient, why don't you stay home and watch TV with me?" I placed chrysanthemum cake and Chongyang wine in front of my 80-year-old grandpa. He took a sip of the wine and smiled kindly, "Climbing heights can ward off disaster. If you young people are happy, then I am happy." I chatted with him, and the living room was filled with the aroma of chrysanthemum wine and laughter. Just then, an urgent news flash came on TV: "Today, on Chongyang Festival, a severe landslide and rockfall occurred on a suburban trail. Rescue teams have been dispatched to the scene..." I was startled and quickly turned my head, "Grandpa! It's a good thing you didn't go, there was a landslide outside..." Before I could finish, I froze. The sofa was empty, with only half a bowl of steaming chrysanthemum wine and a bitten piece of Chongyang cake remaining. My phone rang urgently. It was my father's choked voice, "Son! We just met an old man at the foot of the mountain who looked exactly like your grandpa. He kept saying his leg hurt and he needed to buy medicine, which made us avoid the landslide! When we finished buying the medicine, the old man had disappeared..." My eyes welled up as I looked at Grandpa's kind, smiling portrait on the wall. The Chongyang wine on the table seemed to ripple slightly, as if he had just gently set down his cup and quietly departed.

Walking alone in a deserted dark alley at night, a pale-faced female ghost with no lower body suddenly clung to me, opening her monstrous mouth and threatening me: "Hehehe... Give me your life! Otherwise, I'll suck your vital energy dry!" Terrified, I fell to the ground and stammered, "Wait... what happens if you suck my vital energy?" The ghost sneered, "You'll be exhausted, dizzy, weak in the limbs, and your weight will plummet!" I was stunned for a moment, then my eyes lit up. I grabbed her hand and said, "There's such a thing?! You suck! Go ahead and suck! I've been trying to lose weight for three years and I can't!" The ghost froze for a second, pulled her hand back, and took two steps back: "...Never mind. You seem a bit weird, so I'll pass."

"The Midnight Hallway" Xiao Ming lived on the fifth floor of an old apartment building. At two in the morning, he was woken by a "knock, knock, knock" sound coming from the living room. It was the sound of a cane tapping the floor. Xiao Ming remembered that old Mr. Zhang next door had passed away from a sudden illness just last week, and he used to love walking the hallway with his cane late at night. "It must be a neighbor bumping into something..." Xiao Ming kept telling himself, clutching his blanket tightly, afraid to make a sound. However, the "knock, knock, knock" sound penetrated the front door and echoed directly in the living room, steadily approaching his bedroom door. Xiao Ming's heart pounded with fear. Hiding under the covers, he stared intently through a gap in the blanket at the crack under his bedroom door. The sound stopped outside the bedroom door. In the dead silence, from the shadow beneath the door crack, a pair of extremely pale, vein-covered fingers slowly reached in. Then, Mr. Zhang's familiar, hoarse voice came from outside the door: "Xiao Ming... don't hide. Grandpa saw you standing there in the hallway earlier... So, who's in the blanket right now?"

Deep within the hospital, a faint sobbing unexpectedly drilled into my mind. It wasn't coming from the hallway, but seemed to be right behind my ear. Clean and chilling, without any speaker noise. The actor playing the ghost's face instantly turned pale. He frantically patted his pocket to check his phone: "It wasn't me! My phone's been off for ages!" The light bulb flickered wildly, spitting out blue sparks, and the indoor temperature plummeted. Everyone's exhaled breath turned into white mist. In the darkness, a semi-transparent, pale white shadow slowly floated out. There were no wrinkles in the white robe, no dripping long hair, and no shadow on the ground. Tiny dust particles slowly swirled around her body. The actor quickly hid behind Ah Xuan, trembling all over, but didn't forget to grumble: "I wish I hadn't taken the night shift. I have to work early tomorrow morning." Ah Xuan's heart, which had just settled, tensed up again. He raised his plastic peach wood sword, his voice cracking completely: "Don't hide behind me! I'm the last exorcist, not a human shield!" The real ghost slowly floated closer, her voice resonating directly in everyone's minds, flat and cold: "You trespass every night, imitating me in my ward, disturbing my slumber. I've been patient, unwilling to interfere. But you refuse to leave." The ghost hunting team's camera fell to the ground. One member momentarily thought, 'This footage will go viral.' That was until the ghost's gaze swept over him, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Ah Xuan quickly plastered on a smile and begged for mercy, his mind racing for a solution: "Senior, I apologize! We'll leave immediately! Or I can burn a lot of high-quality spirit money for you, bought wholesale from Taobao, a huge amount!" The real ghost shook her head, her gaze locked onto the actor in the ghost costume: "You imitate my appearance every day to play a ghost.

On a dark, rainy night, paint peels from the walls of the abandoned Almond Hospital. The corridor lights flicker, and the air is thick with the smell of mold, mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible scent of rust. Water drips from the corners, making it hard to tell if it's seepage or blood. The Last Exorcist, Ah Xuan, the final descendant of the Taoist sect, is only half-skilled. His entire set of exorcist tools are bought from Taobao or rented for Halloween: a plastic peach wood sword, printed talismans from a home printer, a pet training bell hanging from his waist, and his Taoist robe has frayed cuffs that he might trip over if not careful. His yellow cloth bag is a mess, stuffed with power banks, mints, wet wipes, and a pile of receipts. Even the back of his protective amulet reads 'Buy 2 Get 1 Free'. The client nervously explains that a white-clothed female ghost haunts the hospital's third-floor ward every night. Her long hair hangs down to her waist, and her mournful cries seep through the walls. Several ghost hunters who entered have fled in terror, scrambling out of the hospital. Ah Xuan calculates the commission fee and reluctantly accepts the job. Entering the hospital, a cold, damp wind seeps into his collar. In the distance, a ward door creaks open slowly, the rusty hinges groaning for a long time. A cloud of cold mist seeps from the gap. A white figure hovers in mid-air, her long hair clinging to her cheeks, strands dripping liquid that forms dark brown stains on the floor. Her sorrowful cries echo through the corridor. "Woooo... So cold..." Ah Xuan takes a deep breath, raises his plastic peach wood sword, and strikes a solemn pose, shouting, "Evil spirit! Cease your haunting! The Last Exorcist is here!" 【Inner monologue: Oh my god, this scene is terrifying. I should have taken more money for this commission. Can I claim taxi fare later?】 He raises his hand to place a talisman, but a cold wind blows.

Grandly opened in 1983, it once filled the Dakeng mountain area of Kaohsiung with countless laughs. Who would have thought that this once glorious Cando Park would later become Taiwan's most eerie 'Haunted Amusement Park'. After its abrupt closure in 1994, the steel tracks gradually rusted in the wind and rain, and the gale tore through the abandoned carousel, quietly ushering in the prelude to terrifying legends. What was most chilling was the daredevil adventure by the prank group CIRCUS back then. Four people broke into the ruins late at night and boldly rolled dice on the platform of the rumored broken roller coaster. Unexpectedly, as the losing member prepared to walk onto the rusted tracks for punishment, the surrounding air dropped sharply, and an inexplicable oppressive feeling filled the air. Afterward, everyone discovered in terror that the skull pattern on the clothes of the member punished that night perfectly matched the background of a ghostly photo taken at the scene, scaring them into stopping the recording and fleeing on the spot. Years later, the movie 'The Tag-Along 2' specifically returned to this ruin for filming to achieve a truly eerie atmosphere. During filming, strange phenomena occurred frequently. Not only did the crew's lighting equipment collectively and inexplicably lose power, but some staff members in the desolate old dormitory area faintly heard the laughter of a little girl coming from the amusement facilities that had long been powered off. This abandoned park, sealed for thirty years, intertwines the recklessness of youth with the phantom of the mountain spirit, remaining an indelible collective nightmare in the hearts of Taiwanese people to this day.

The Liu family mansion in Minxiong, Chiayi, once a dazzling three-story Baroque-style red brick mansion, has now become Taiwan's most eerie forbidden ruin. As night falls, strong winds pierce through the broken window frames, emitting mournful cries that quietly unveil the terrifying prelude of this century-old mansion. What's most chilling is the abandoned dry well that still remains deep in the courtyard. Legend has it that the male head of the Liu family had a secret affair with a young maid. After their affair was discovered, the maid was subjected to ruthless abuse and humiliation by the mistress of the house. On a cold, deep night, in despair and filled with grief and anger, the maid leaped into the deep well. Since then, the well has become an outlet for resentment. Explorers often hear a woman's faint crying from the bottom of the well late at night, or even witness a long-haired figure in white lingering by the dry well. An even stranger tale occurred in the early post-war period when a unit of soldiers temporarily stayed at the mansion. In the middle of the night, a soldier on guard duty suddenly saw the face of a white-clad female ghost flash past the window. In terror, he frantically opened fire. Unexpectedly, the entire Western-style house then descended into madness. The soldiers, as if possessed, opened fire on their comrades in the darkness. The next morning, all that remained were pools of blood with heavy casualties on the floor and dense bullet holes in the walls. This cursed mansion, even today, quietly recounts its bloody nightmare of questionable truth through its garden of century-old banyan trees and broken red bricks.

Background and Current Status of the Hospital: History and Closure: Hsinlin Hospital opened in 1975 and was once a sizable regional hospital. However, in 1991, it was found to be involved in issues such as falsifying medical records and defrauding labor and public insurance payments. Consequently, it was ordered to cease operations and was officially closed in June 1993. Urban Legends and Haunted Spots: After its closure, much of the medical equipment, patient beds, and medicines from its operating days remained inside the hospital building, and it was not demolished or properly cleared for many years. This attracted numerous paranormal investigation shows, influencers, and the public for exploration, gradually giving rise to vivid urban legends. It was even adapted into a horror film of the same name, "Hsinlin Hospital." Current Situation: The building was purchased by a corporation (Kyoei Bank) at the end of 2018 and underwent renovations. The past image of a gloomy and desolate "haunted house" is gradually fading into history, with some spaces being repurposed for commercial use. 1. The Most Famous Classic Legends The Earl's Room on the 4th Floor and the Long-Haired Ghost: One of the most frequently mentioned locations in online exploration articles. It is said that some people, while observing from a building across the street with binoculars, saw a long-haired woman in white standing by a window on the fourth floor. There are even rumors of the woman's crying being heard late at night. Mysterious Missed Calls and Police Distress Calls: Some explorers or nearby residents have claimed to receive calls late at night from what appeared to be the old Hsinlin Hospital phone number. There are also stories of explorers who, after breaking in, became scared and called the police, only for the police's location system to show the call originating from inside the long-abandoned building.