True TAIWAN Horror story

The most frequent dream she had was walking down the street when someone suddenly tried to snatch something from her. Then the scene would gradually shift to different places—her home, school, a convenience store, a park. At any moment, someone could rush out and grab whatever she was holding. She always managed to take it back, but it began wearing her down mentally.

Albert thought she was putting too much pressure on herself, being pregnant and writing her thesis at the same time. But since Alice was older, she seemed unwilling to delay her progress and pushed through.

Until one time, in her dream, Alice threw off the person trying to rob her again. The figure fell to the ground, but when it stood up, it turned into a massive black dog. It bared its long, sharp teeth at Alice in fury. Just as it lunged at her, she woke up screaming.

From then on, the thing trying to steal from her in her dreams was a shapeless monster—part human, part dog, part black mist. And every time, Alice lost the fight.

Albert said his wife went from waking up in a panic once a week, to three times, to almost every night, collapsing in tears. She’d sob, “Give it back, please give it back, don’t take him away, I beg you, I beg you,” but she couldn’t say what was being taken.

Then Alice started locking doors. Every room in the house was locked. She’d lock the door when she entered a room, lock empty rooms too, and stopped going outside. But she herself said she didn’t know why she was acting so strange.

Albert said he had a vague feeling back then that he knew what was going on.

Then he got a call from Albert’s sister.

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After getting married, Albert bought a small apartment near the school. Albert’s sister, meanwhile, continued living with Albert’s dad in Xinzhuang.

One Valentine’s Day, Albert’s sister brought a group of single colleagues to their house for company. One of them, as soon as she stepped into the community courtyard, freaked out and scrambled away. Later, she sent someone to tell Albert’s sister that she’d seen a balcony overflowing with people—so many they were spilling out, clinging to each other, dangling over the courtyard. Of course, that balcony belonged to Albert’s family home.

Albert’s sister kept it from Albert’s dad and called a feng shui master to check it out. The feng shui master said, “It’s not that dramatic, but I can’t handle this (′▽‵). ” He then recommended a middle school science teacher. The teacher wandered around the house, then took Albert’s sister to the alley to smoke and asked her about Lord Zhao.

Albert said his sister sounded like she was losing it when she called.

“The science teacher said this can’t possibly be Lord Zhao. We brought back the wrong thing.”

After the call from his sister, Albert contacted the science teacher directly.

Albert first argued with the teacher, saying it couldn’t not be Lord Zhao. When Grandpa Albert had invited Him back, they’d asked the spirit medium all sorts of questions about Grandpa Albert’s childhood, and every answer was spot on.

The science teacher replied, “What’s so hard about that? Knowing someone’s past doesn’t always require cold reading. On ‘that side,’ if you’ve got some connections or a bit of pull, you can hit a certain level of accuracy. I haven’t seen one that can truly predict the future yet. But the nastier ones? If they want to mess with you until their ‘prophecy’ comes true, that’s not hard either…

(On the flip side, if they want to help you make it match a good prophecy, that’s doable too!)”

So, was “Lord Zhao” evil?

The science teacher said, “Stop calling Him Lord Zhao. It’s not fair to the real Lord Zhao—keep calling Him that, and he’ll never rest in peace. This is the Wutong.”

The Wutong are like the “demon spirits” (mo-shen-zai) found in various places—just a catch-all term. Humans slap a generic name on these inexplicable things, thinking it gives them a precedent to follow, so they (supposedly) don’t have to fear them anymore.

Albert told Albert’s dad that he wanted to remove Lord Zhao’s tablet, but he didn’t explicitly say why. To his surprise, Albert’s dad and mom agreed immediately…

But the science teacher said it wouldn’t help at all. Because this thing was “too big”—it wasn’t simply lingering or attached to a single person or place. Once you’re entangled with it, you’re entangled.

Every attempt to negotiate with the “Wutong” failed.

The science teacher said he’d never encountered a spirit so completely uninterested in communication. They tried soft approaches, hard approaches—nothing worked. It just “wouldn’t budge.” Eventually, even he started getting scared.

In short, it was completely incomprehensible, its intentions unclear.

But the things it had been promised, was going to take.

The science teacher gave up. Before leaving, he gave Albert one piece of advice, though it wasn’t about the Wutong.

He said that if Albert later sought out other mediums, shamans, or masters, the ones who could rattle off tales of past lives, karmic cycles, who owed whom a bag of rice, who disrespected which Buddha statue or monk, or even give a crystal-clear backstory for the “Wutong” or “spirits”—don’t trust them.

That’s just professional trained to make up stories spun to put your mind at ease. The real methods for dealing with it are limited to just a few. Anything beyond that is just theatrics.

Alice, meanwhile, was getting worse.