True TAIWAN Horror story

Let me tell you about Jimmy’s story.

Every story has that one character who stands out, and in ours, it’s Jimmy—the chubby guy who, let’s be honest, wasn’t exactly the brightest bulb in the box.

He was pretty useless, to put it mildly. Couldn’t do much of anything. So why was he even on this mountain climb? Well, it was a deal with our teacher. The teacher offered him a pass if he tagged along on this trek. Big mistake.

We were three days into the climb, barely halfway up the mountain, when Jimmy started his meltdown.

“Oh… we’re being followed… Oh… I can’t see anything!” (Mind you, he’s got 600-degree myopia, wore contact lenses up the mountain, and didn’t bring any solution to clean them.)

“Oh… I’ve got altitude sickness, my head’s spinning… Oh… I can’t walk anymore, can someone carry me?!”

It was a barrage of complaints that made us want to strangle him. But what could we do? The guy was a liability. In the end, we had no choice but to leave him behind. Fearing this idiot might get himself into real trouble, we made him sign a waiver promising not to wander off and to take responsibility for himself. We left him with some essentials and continued on. Let’s take stock of what Jimmy had:

• Two canisters of high-altitude gas (each about the size of four Yakult bottles—not much).
• A headlamp.
• A lighter.
• A big loaf of bread.
• Two 1500cc bottles of water.
• A bowl of emergency instant rice.
• A sleeping bag.
• A walkie-talkie (no signal up there, though).
• His phone (also useless without reception).
• A laser pointer (for nighttime SOS).
• A whistle (another SOS tool).
• Two cans of spaghetti (each a two-person serving).

Sounds like enough to survive three days, right? Well… not quite. Let’s rewind and see where it all went wrong.

We gave him two cans of spaghetti, but guess what? The can opener was with me. The whistle and laser pointer? Great for signaling, not so much for eating. His phone? Only good for playing offline games—no outlets or power banks in those days. The walkie-talkie? We forgot to tell him our frequency, so he spent three days listening to some random guy selling medicine. The sleeping bag? Self-explanatory. The instant rice was pretty cool— just add water and you’ve got a meal, a disaster relief staple. The water, bread, lighter, and headlamp were all functional, at least.

Now, you might be wondering how I even know this “Jimmy Special Edition” story.

Truth is, after that climb, I didn’t talk to Jimmy for three years. But last summer, at a random friend gathering, I bumped into him. He told me this wild tale—and apparently, our mountain trip sent him to a shrink for six months. Here’s his side of the story, straight from his mouth.

---

The morning we left him, Jimmy slept in, waking up naturally to birds chirping and flowers blooming. The clouds hovered just above his head, and a gentle breeze made it all feel oddly peaceful.

By noon, hunger kicked in. He grabbed the bread and ate half of it. That afternoon, he started wandering—50 meters out and back, then 100 meters, then 200, then 400. Feeling bold, he ventured further… and couldn’t find his way back.

Panic set in.

He wandered for about half an hour as the sun began to dip, darkness creeping in. What now? He stumbled into a wide grassy field and thought, “I need to get back fast.” But then—wait, was that a person?

A woman on the other side of the field? A naked woman?! A wild, naked lady in the middle of nowhere! Suddenly, Jimmy was wide awake, all thoughts of returning forgotten.

He circled around, trying to get a better look. But as he approached, she moved away. The closer he got, the farther she went. After chasing her for 10 minutes, his hefty frame gave out—he couldn’t keep up.

Then, the long-haired naked woman turned, flashed him a smile, and Jimmy froze. Not because she wasn’t pretty, but because that smile… it was like she knew he’d follow her, luring him deeper into the wilderness.

Here’s where human nature gets dumb. She’d been leading him away, but after that smile, she started walking toward him. Jimmy freaked out.

Picture this: an empty mountain, no one around, just a naked woman with long hair coming your way. In a motel or on a romantic beach, sure, that’s fine. But here? It was downright creepy.

The tables turned. Jimmy bolted, retracing his steps as fast as his legs could carry him, glancing back nervously. He didn’t dare turn his head fully, terrified she’d be right behind him. Instead, he used his phone screen as a rearview mirror.

She wasn’t walking fast, but Jimmy—being the out-of-shape guy he was—tired quickly. He stopped to catch his breath, checking his phone again. Left side: clear. Right side: clear. Phew, she hadn’t followed. Relieved, he turned around to double-check.

And that’s when he lost it. The long-haired naked woman—who hadn’t shown up in his phone’s reflection—was now 50 meters behind him, waving. Adrenaline surged, and somehow his sense of direction kicked in. He sprinted back to his camp without looking back.

Where did he end up? Qilai Second Fortress, a shelter originally built for climbers and rescue teams. Known as “Black Qilai,” the mountain’s weather is notoriously unpredictable—fog and rain can roll in out of nowhere. Over time, fewer people stayed at the fort.

Why? Qilai Mountain has the highest rate of climbing accidents in Taiwan. Rescue teams often head up to save people, only to find bodies. When bad weather hits, they’d leave the corpses at the fort overnight before bringing them down.

There’s even a real story about someone seeking shelter there, waking up next to a “sleeping” neighbor, only to realize it was a corpse. Freaky, right? And here’s a fun fact: sleeping bags and body bags look eerily similar.

Jimmy made it back to Qilai Second Fortress, safe but clueless about where he was. His misadventure? A mix of bad decisions, a creepy encounter, and sheer dumb luck.