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There is a mountain behind my house here in the countryside of Korea. I'd only been here for a month at the time, and didn't know my town too much. On the night of our first snowfall, I was restless and decided to go alone up the mountain trail; it must have been close to midnight.
The sound of stray dogs, plentiful with the cats in this town, were loud over the silence of the snow. So I climbed this mountain, path obscured by white. forty minutes up and I see these apparitions. three of em.
They looked like robed figures created from mist; moving slowly about ahead of me. staring at me. The sound of dogs became nill and there was silence. To my right, I realized was an old graveyard. The air was full of tension and I apologized for the disturbance and asked to walk in peace. The apparitions vanished and the dogs lent their voices back into the night.
Went back the next day and burned incense at the graves. They were old; written in ancient Chinese. Here is a picture I snapped of it that night.
I go up the mountain often in the night now, and don't get bothered like I did before. Sometimes I burn incense in thanks of safe passage.
