That Ancient Hanok in Jeonju
In the heart of Jeonju, where modernity clashed with tradition, there stood an ancient hanok, touched by time.
The once-vibrant red and green hues that adorned its roof had faded, and the woodwork creaked as the wind blew through its chambers.
Lying in the shadow of the bustling city, the house was eerily quiet, shrouded in a veil of unsettling mystery.
A young, foreign couple, captivated by the charm of the old hanok and its affordable price, decided to rent it as their new home.
Unaware of the whispers that circulated among the locals, they were eager to begin their life together in the historic dwelling.
The first night, as the couple lay in bed, the wind howled outside, rattling the papered windows.
The wife noticed a faint, melancholic tune drifting through the air — could it be the whisper of a gayageum?
She nudged her husband, who dismissed it as the wind playing tricks on her ears.
As days turned to weeks, the couple began to feel a strange energy within the house.
Shadows flickered in the corners of their eyes, and the gayageum’s haunting melody grew louder.
One night, the wife awoke to a chilling sight: a woman in a white hanbok, her long black hair…
