The Vengeful Whisper of the Nü Gui
In the stillness of the night, when the light wanes and the shadows whisper secrets, the story of the Nü Gui emerges from Taiwanese folklore—a tale steeped in sorrow and vengeance. The Nü Gui, a vengeful female ghost, is often depicted in a flowing white dress, hair long and black like the shadows against the moonlight. But there exists another layer, a darker shard of this spectral narrative, where a red dress signals her painful transformation, invoking both stunning beauty and harrowing despair.
Once, in a quaint village nestled amidst the whispers of bamboos and the soft weeping of willow trees, lived Xiao Jie, a vibrant woman recognized for her glistening laughter and a spirit as fierce as the mountain winds. She wore her long, silky hair as a crown, but behind those warming smiles, hidden brushes of tragedy streaked through her life like dark clouds threatening storms. Xiao Jie loved deeply, but love often tilts the balance between eternity and fleeting moments. Betrayed by the man she had sacrificed her dreams for, her heart broke as brutally as the clash of thunder in an evening sky.
On that fateful day, wearing a fine crimson dress—a token of joy she had once hoped would capture the heart of her beloved—Xiao Jie stood by the cliff’s edge. With the vibrant fabric catching upon the breeze, young and trapped in a world of relentless sorrow, she made her tragic choice. The river below, frenzied and dark, claimed her spirit as she dived into its depths, drowning under waves colored by grief. But instead of finding peace, her restless spirit wandered to the realms beyond this life. In mourning her loss, the villagers moments later transformed her shades of sorrow into consequential tales of dread, entitling her as Nü Gui—the Woman in White or, as whispered in darkness, the thing draped in red.
As the veil lifted, the villagers felt an ethereal chill, bodies claiming uneasy breaths as flickering lanterns cast shadows against their old wooden homes. Wise men in the village spoke in hushed tones of Nü Gui who returned for vengeance. They shared stories where she prowled under the cover of starry skies with deep resentment withheld—dislodging peace not just for the heartbreaker, but kindling chaos amongst those who misconstrued loyalty. One night, a boastful inebriate, loud and careless, told stories openly through the tavern, mocking her fate. Mere hours darted by, twirling under ethereal flights of passion until slipping into the badlands of slumber.
The tavern echoed casually—with laughter and bravado lost to intoxicating revelry—when sudden silence cloaked over them. Some claim a shadow bound for their lives, others noted their breaths entangled in terror. But none truly understood how a shimmering outline emerged draped in endless sorrow and vengeance.
The morning light blistered through clouds as one, two, and then the whole of the villagers slowly discovered leaves turned blood-red at her entry. Witnesses revealed fragmented stories of grotesque images foreboding behind flapping shadows dancing upon their windows. The aggrieved crept into frightened dreams leading them to disturbed lands and restless groans.
But Xiao Jie’s original thirst did not lead directly upon injustice wrought. Her overture sparkled teasing behest of long nights’ rest falling deeply into fantasy delusions. Often said that should the young soul be soothed by Nü Wa, the celestial mother deeply imbued with ethereal powers, the chains clasped onto vengeance could shatter archways into oblivion, claiming eternal peace. Townsfolk remember the tale; whispered fragments lovingly recite for funerals—a prayer crafted onto forgotten prayers assuring vengeance halted eternally.
Those reckless voices faded, silhouettes mending quietly reminded under Chinese touch. Those introspective days trek softly, bride-bound adorned mournfully reflected against houses released claims of fault and sin. Yet sparse is intersection—Xiao Jie’s voice reigns warning of fractures evident within shattered love, forged solemn dread entwining loose on firefly nights. Nü Gui connects, shimmering in and out through realms as beggars clutch realities eking out the corners of brittle lives. Fierce regret binds spirits deeply along sides of broken homes. Casual chance sullies upon fate birthed from desire—which stooped low claws closed and finds distinguished lives still roaming poignant in-between slumber.
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Horror Level:
4 / 5
