On a chilling autumn night, the moon cast its silver glow over the forests surrounding Moonlit Lake, a small body of water known to the locals as a hotspot for spine-tingling tales. To many, it shimmered alluringly—an inviting playground for adventure. However, to a somber few, it was a realm steeped in sorrows and the despair of spirits that never found solace; the whispers of the mul gwishin loomed long, like the mist creeping heavily along the water’s surface.
Years ago, a young girl named Yuna enjoyed backpacking trips around the lake. She had auburn hair that waved like the dreamy waters and bright eyes that sparkled like stars during her laughter, which echoed long into the silence of those autumn nights. Her friends often followed, enchanted by her vibrant spirit. But as myths began swirling around the murky depths, an unease settled in. Stories about a spirit residing there – the wrathful mul gwishin of a drowned victim – became unnervingly believable. It was known that the spirit could draw unsuspecting souls into its watery grave—a fact lost on adventurous Yuna that night.
The group was oblivious and brushed off the tales, seeking late-night thrills. As they sat beside a flickering fire, shamelessly laughing, Yuna recounted the tales of a lost girl, said to wander the shoreline at night, looking for someone to keep her company. The chill in the air strengthened, fashioned from nightmares blooming in transformation. Yet Yuna was all courage. “Why let ghost stories frighten us? They’re just tales to scare the frail-hearted,” she dared her friends.
But not long after, something eerie slithered into the atmosphere around Moonlit Lake. The wind seemed to carry soft cries amidst the raucous laughter—good spirits here, they thought! Excited yet aware, they dared retribution from forces beyond comprehension. Suddenly, Yuna bolted up and, with an illuminating smile, ran toward the edge of the gloomy water, diving for a fleeting moment, unaware of the tide pulling her in.
And she was gone.
Frantic searching ensued, but any echo of her joyous laughter receded as darkness engulfed the thicket. What looked like mere shadows took form, beguiling them, with branches scratching across their skin like fingers scraping the walls of time. Her friends turned crescent white in panic, screaming her name into the chilling drought. Time framed tightly in their throats, cornered by loss.
Dawn revealed a glimmer of the silver lake, frequented years after by other adventurous souls, where fishermen threw lines in trusting peace and swimmers felt embraced by inviting sounds. But by then, Yuna’s face was simply an elusive silhouette in their memories, eclipsed by misty fingers quenching laughter. Still, whispers rooted deep around the lake could hush the most audacious adventurers, advising them not to linger.
Every autumn, on that same moonlit night, stories of Yuna persevered, compiled thick threads through pangs of grief, intertwining with tales of mariners and the murmurs of those captured souls who befellowed ones drowned under multifaceted skies. To seek light calls deeper—deeper it sinks—our fears, tethered just below the abyss. The legend loops over time like soaring tides, cautioned to drown not while chasing shadowy rendezvous.
Because lingering too long by Moonlit Lake after dark lays one in sounds—a soft, sorrowful lament reverberating through curls of twisted brambles. Among laughter lingering softly as wind dances above murky waters is the faint echo of Yuna, drowning behind fleeting nostalgia. Though the tale slips flexibly into memories, one that binds emotions to warned souls brimming hints; it will never find wholeness there. Yuna remains, ever-waiting, heart undone, tied forever through the sorrow of mul gwishin – the vengeful spirit chasing courage misplaced.
What blends glitzy dreams lay near in the shadows drawn among boughs? How tightly they wound around—filler to calm or still the craving fears. Should adventurers dive deep beneath where shadows thread, pulled by fleeting whispers, they follow—the sounds of lost souls still carried amidst the allure of haunted platforms recalling them home!
And thus, whispers rolled away, exposing how once-a-girl with vibrant laughter found inconvenient power submerged, teaching legends lessen fables– rendering she who was yet another elusive after all.
Horror Level:
4 / 5
References:
Spooky moonrise over the lake – link
Mystical moonlit lake – link
Another spooky moonrise – link
Serene autumn landscape – link
Categories: Horror Fiction, Paranormal
Tags: Autumn Tales, ghost story, haunting, Moonlit Lake, Mul Gwishin, Yuna
Religion: Shamanism
Country of Origin: South Korea
Topic: Moonlit Lake
Ethnicity: Korean
