I'm An English Teacher In Korea and Oh, I Have Some Stories - Part 1

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Scary Tales from an English Teacher in Korea.


Disclaimer: I don't own the image I am using for my story but thought it fit so I'm using it. It is an image from the movie "Whispering Corridors" and be sure to read Part 2 & 3 too.

I’m an English teacher in Korea, but I won’t tell you where I teach, in order to protect the identity of both the students and teachers. I’m half Korean and moved to Korea from the states about a year ago, so I could learn more about the Korean Culture. Anyway, ever since I moved here, I’ve been experiencing some weird stuff, things that I can’t explain.

Here are some of the things that I experienced, or others I know experienced...

The second week of me teaching at the school, I began to hear this clicking sound, like somebody clicking their tongue, but louder. I looked around my classroom to see if anybody else noticed it, but they didn‘t seem to, so I shrugged off. Later though, in the Teacher’s lounge, I asked another English teacher if she ever heard the clicking noise, she nods her head and then proceeds to tell me about something that happened to her…

About two years ago, the classroom she taught in was being renovated so her and several other teachers were moved to a wing of the school, that had not been used in five years. To get an idea of what the school looks like, well just picture the high school in the Korean horror movie “Whispering Corridors” and you’ll know what I’m talking about. Anyway, the teacher had to go to the bathroom and the girl’s bathroom was located on an abandoned floor upstairs. She stepped out of the classroom turned right and rounded the stairwell, until she reached the top and looked down the long-abandoned hallway, which made her feel uneasy. As she quickly entered the bathroom, she noticed the doors to all five stalls were open, so she knew she was alone. She entered the first stall to do her business and just as she was about to sit down, she began to hear a clicking noise. Looking through the cracks in the stall, she noticed somebody standing outside. At this point, she’s freaking out and so she quickly gets up, exits the stall and as she does, she sees a girl standing there with her head down, swaying from side to side. Feeling a bit creeped out, she nervously asked the girl in Korean, if she was okay, but got no reply. Again, she asked the girl if she was okay and this time the girl stops swaying, slowly lifts her head and lets out a blood-curdling wail.

Needless to say, she never used that bathroom again but it was hard to avoid entirely because it was situated right above her classroom and so, she would often hear footsteps. Other times, she would hear the water running or the toilets flushing and the ceiling in her classroom would always drip water, even after the water was long turned off. One time, her class was taking a test and all of a sudden they were interrupted by an ear piercing scream coming from that bathroom. This freaked her students out so she immediately notified security and they went up to investigate but found nothing. After that incident, the floor was closed off for good.

Another teacher who’s Korean and speaks English really well told me this story...

Last year in another wing of the school, one of her students had to go to the bathroom. Five minutes later, the student comes running into the classroom, visibly shakened and screaming. Finally, after calming the student down, the teacher notified security and when they arrived, she accompanied them to the bathroom. She told me that when they entered the bathroom, they found clumps of black hair, some of it on the floor and some of it in the toilets. As for the student, well she wasn’t the same after that incident and never told the teacher what happened to her that day, in the bathroom.

This last story I’m going to share with you actually happened to me...

It was around the third month of me teaching at this school when the principal asked me to tutor some of the students after school. I received the list of all the students that were in my class and there was fifteen in total. On my first afternoon of tutoring, I began counting the students and noticed there were sixteen. Thinking the school added another student without telling me, I looked down at my list and seen that there were only supposed to be fifteen in my class. Puzzled, I had recounted and this time there were only fifteen students; I never found out who the sixteenth student was and really don't care to find out either.

Well, I have a meeting tomorrow so I’ll have to wrap it for now, but oh, I definitely have more stories to share with you at a later time...

 

 

 


Submitted: December 24, 2017

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Gdokim

Thank you very much.

Wed, May 13th, 2020 12:04am

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