The Voice in the Mist: My Terrifying Encounter with the Jangsanbeom (The Mimic Tiger)
Welcome to Dodo Horror , a space where Korea's shadows live and breathe. I don't just tell stories; I share things that keep you up at night, make you stare into the corners of your room, and wonder if that shadow just moved. Today, I head to the fog-shrouded peaks of Busan. Put on your headphones, dim the lights, and no matter what... if you hear me outside your window after reading this, don't answer. Voices in the White Fog: My Night with Jang San-beom Sound of Memory It started with a sound I heard for the first time in five years. I was hiking near Jangsan Mountain on the outskirts of Busan. It was that transitional period between evening and the onset of night, which people call "the hour between dog and wolf." The air was heavy with the scent of damp pine needles mixed with the metallic odor characteristic of a summer shower. I'd lingered on the summit for too long, mesmerized by the city lights flickering like distant embers. As I descended the mount...