True TAIWAN Horror story

“Huh? People! I’m saved!” It sounded like more than one or two. Then—a knock. Jimmy flung the door open. Three young guys, early 20s, stood there. Overwhelmed with relief, he nearly cried. Human contact! His mental strain eased instantly.

The trio seemed surprised to see him but said nothing. Jimmy lit the gas canister, and the four of them gathered around it, chatting.

For half an hour, Jimmy spilled everything—he wasn’t usually this talkative, but company after days alone unleashed a flood of words. Let’s call the three A, B, and C.

A: “Good thing we made it, or we’d still be wandering.”
B: “Yeah, totally. I’m shocked someone’s here.”
C: Barely spoke.
Jimmy: “Man, you won’t believe it! I’ve been here since yesterday—scared myself silly thinking there were ghosts!”
A: “Haha, really? That’s weird. Usually, it’s groups up here. Why’re you alone?”
Jimmy: “Oh, I came with my school, but they climbed too fast, and I had too much stuff. I gave up and waited here.”
A: “That’s risky, dude.”
Jimmy: “Yeah, but if you don’t psych yourself out, it’s fine.”
B: “Exactly, no fear, no problem.”
Curious, Jimmy asked, “So why’re you guys here so late? Lost?”

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Silence fell over A, B, and C.

Jimmy: “Haha, nailed it! This place is creepy—easy to get lost. I nearly did these past two days!”
A: “You’re not sleeping? It’s late.”
Jimmy: “Was about to, but then you showed up. How long were you lost?”
B: “Oh… a really long time.”
Jimmy: “Phew, good thing you made it. It’s freaky out there.”
B: “Yeah, time flies.”
Jimmy: “Wait, how long exactly?”

They stared at him, dead serious. “We’ve been lost for 40 years.”

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Forty… years? Forty years?! Jimmy’s brain short-circuited.

Ghosts?! The trio watched him intently. “What about you?” they asked.

He didn’t grab a thing—just screamed, “GHOSTS!!!” and ran.

Outside, it was pitch black, the air biting, the ground slick. A flash of lightning—then blinding pain. He’d slammed into a tree, he later recalled, collapsing. Not fully unconscious, though—his body wouldn’t move, his head throbbed, but he could hear.

“What do we do? Carry him back?”

“Back where?!” Jimmy thought, silently pleading for help.

They lifted him to a musty place—the unmistakable stench of Qilai Second Fort. Oddly, once inside, he snapped awake, still in his sleeping bag, gas canister beside him.

The three guys? Gone. A dream? It felt too real. Then—hiss—the gas went out. He grabbed his lighter, and something shifted. Fear didn’t grip him as hard anymore. Flicking it on, he muttered, “So hungry… I miss home… I miss my friends…” before drifting off mid-complaint.

Jimmy woke at noon, stomach gnawing. He had one last trick: emergency rice. Just add water—no heat needed. But his bottles were empty. Outside, there was a faucet. He set the rice beneath it and turned the knob. Nothing. The pipes were frozen solid. A drip fell after a while, then another. An hour-plus later, he had enough to eat. It was afternoon now, and as he savored his meager meal, voices echoed nearby—a group, not far off.

Rescue? Hallucination?

It was us, Team 3! Jimmy recognized their voices instantly. But when he turned toward the sound, he saw nothing. The fog was too thick, and they sounded far off, their chatter fading into the distance.

“Oh no, have they forgotten me?!” he panicked. “Or… am I… already gone?” The thought sent him spiraling into despair.

Just then, we showed up.

To Jimmy, we were like divine saviors descending from the mist. He was overjoyed, practically bouncing, though he didn’t know how to explain the madness he’d endured. Words failed him, so he just tagged along as we headed down the mountain. The pieces of his story—and ours—finally clicked together.

But poor Jimmy wasn’t the same after that. He spent nearly six months seeing a shrink, haunted by recurring nightmares of the long-haired naked man. Sometimes, he’d even hear those three guys—A, B, and C—chatting with him in his head.

That mountain misadventure left scars deeper than any of us could’ve imagined.

And that’s the end of Jimmy’s wild tale—a mix of survival, terror, and a brush with the unexplainable. Next time you’re planning a climb, maybe double-check your crew… and your sanity!