I'm going to tell some stories because I think of my

0. I'm going to tell some stories because I think of my hometown while looking at the cemetery. I'm pretty familiar with the stories in the cemetery. The mysterious and scary stories I heard and experienced in my hometown.

1. My hometown is a secluded mountain village in Damyang, Jeollanam-do. Electricity first came in in late spring in 1977, and until 1978, I ate bread provided by the U.S. military every two weeks. There was no proper way to connect to the town, but construction began as a new work in earnest during the 1981 parliamentary election, and it was completed in 1982, and buses began to travel there from then on. Parliamentary elections are the driving force of regional development.

2. In my hometown, there was only a branch school. I went to a branch school until I was in the fourth grade, but from the fifth grade, I had to go to the main school in my town, which was about 4 kilometers away from me. It was a straight-line distance of 4 kilometers, but it was farther than a single mountain. It took about an hour for adults and an hour and a half for children on foot. My routine was to leave for school at 6:30 a.m. and go to school at 8 p.m. and walk back to school at 4:30 p.m. and come back at 6 p.m. When I turned on the TV after I got home, I could see the TV start, "The waters of the East Sea and Mt. Baekdu~"

3. There were many scary stories about the village because it was a hokchon, and I had to go to school across the mountain or in the town. The slope was steep and thick, so I was scared even during the day. I remember my grandfather telling me about one of his family relatives. I was on my way back from the market after a drink on the market day, but suddenly I woke up and found that he was still circling the same place even if I walked. Then I walked again, and my feet were caught in the water at the entrance of the neighborhood and I couldn't move at all. It is said that the family kept on not coming and went out to look for this person, but found him whining without moving one foot in the water. When I went there, I found that there was hair stuck to the soles of his feet and it wasn't falling off at all. The depth of the water was said to be only an ankle. Somehow, he saved him, and he said that he had been sick for a while and eventually died.

4. It wasn't about my grandfather, but I had my own experience in 1981. When my older brother, who is two years older than me, returned home from class on a Saturday morning and met a crazy woman in the lower village, he and another neighborhood brother seemed to have been teasing and teasing the mentally strange woman for a long time. The problem was that the older brother disappeared from his home in his sleep that night. The neighborhood went crazy late at night. I was looking for a friend's house, and the adults in the neighborhood who thought the problem was serious walked around the neighborhood looking for him until dawn with flashes (an old word for lantern) and torches. I also have vivid memories of waking up in my sleep at that time. The older brother was eventually found at 4 or 4:30 a.m. in a stream quite far from my neighborhood. He was found in a stream. According to his story, while he was sleeping, his friend called him out while he was walking around, and suddenly he woke up and found that the dog was in the stream. Of course, the friend was not next to him. He was a small house dog, so I tried to be close to him for a while. It may be thought of as sleepwalking, but the trap is that the older brother had never happened before or after.

5. When I was in the second grade of elementary school, my grandmother said one morning that she was going to have a portrait in the neighborhood while eating breakfast. When I asked the reason, she said that she saw the mixed fire go out when she went to the spring at dawn, and usually someone died if the mixed fire went out. Surprisingly, an elderly grandmother passed away that afternoon. My grandmother often watched the mixed fire and calmly told me that someone died each time.

6. If men did a lot of paddy work, women did a lot of field work. Grandma also did a lot of field work, but sometimes she came back quite early. When you go out to the field, it's usually you come back from work until you prepare dinner, but there's a reason if you come back early. Field is actually in the mountains. According to the grandmother, when a dog tiger told her to go, she came back. The dog tiger was the size of a small tiger or a big dog, and when chased away people, he said he would hit the gravel with both feet and throw it at people. Sometimes he told me to go with a human horse. My grandmother worked in the field and returned as soon as the dog tiger came. I found it interesting because the dog tiger described by the grandmother was similar to the characteristics of Jangsan Mountain in Busan.

7. The new road was opened, electricity was turned on, and mystery decreased a lot, but the 1984 incident is still talked about among friends. After the new road was opened, the students' daily life was to take the 6 o'clock bus from the town and return to their neighborhood. When the bus came back to my hometown, which was the last stop, it was about 7 o'clock. On that day, in my hometown, about 8 people, including my seniors and juniors, took the bus at 6 o'clock in the town. Of course, many students from the village got on the bus in the middle. When the bus that departed from the town went up the mountain and reached near the paulownia forest, a female student reportedly raised her hand on the side of the road. The country bus always stops if someone raises her hand. The female student got on the bus, and everyone knew who the female student was, so they walked home early, and they must have taken the bus in the middle because they had something to do. It was a girl from a lower village in my hometown. The problem was that the bus opened in my hometown, which was the last stop, and the female student was not on the bus. The students from the lower village went crazy, and the story went out to our village by phone even before the bus arrived. It is said that all the adults in the neighborhood, who had never been to the children's bus stop, came to the bus stop and waited for the children. The reason why the adults came to the stop and waited for the children was that the girl was a student who committed suicide in the lower neighborhood that day. Even now, my friends sometimes mention this story. It's not just one person, but eight people witnessed it in my neighborhood alone.

8. The most recent incident occurred when I was in the first or second grade of university. That summer, a neighborhood brother who worked in Seoul drowned in a reservoir while on vacation in his hometown. Drinking and swimming had a bowel movement. It was my friend's brother. A week or so after the incident, I went to a small house to play with my friend for summer vacation and heard the news. What my uncle said at the time was very creepy. My aunt went out to dry the field, and she kept hearing women crying in the grave near the field. I looked at who was there, but I heard crying, so she said she must have something going on in the house when she came back home. The tomb was the mother's grave of a senior who drowned.

9. The village, which was not easy to see or go anywhere without Furash, is now bright with streetlights. Looking at the tomb, I thought that there would be many mysterious and sometimes scary stories like our village's stories, but if these stories were collected and utilized well, it would be an important cultural asset.

10. My grandfather was a hunjang. He taught the villagers before modern education came in. My grandfather was not professional, but he also knew feng shui and had a lot of interactions with famous officials of the family. In particular, he had a lot of interactions with my grandfather Gokseong or a mysterious person who introduced him to my brother. According to my grandfather, my grandfather Gokseong was a person who practiced the ritual of praying and recognized myriad (a grass that lives without water). Around 3-4 a.m., that grandfather Gokseong came and my grandmother prepared food in a hurry. At that time, I remember writing to my grandfather Gokseong to teach me how to pray.

11. When I came back to the movie, my grandfather used to tell me that the Japanese imperialism had put iron pails throughout our veins. I'm not sure if it was for surveying like Yoo Hae-jin's story in the movie, or if it was for breaking the tiger's spine with a 1% chance, as Choi Min-sik said.

12. My grandfather said something. He brought one of his ancestors to the gravel field. He didn't bring them to the gravel land, but he said, 'This gravel is all money!' Oh, I wonder if I only have money left to make. But I wonder if it would be nice to collect, manage, and research these stories, since there are many stories like this in every village. It's a series of stories like, "Is history a big deal?"