Lately, there’s been a lot of chatter about supernatural videos and the story of the “Red-Clothed Girl.” As for the spooky video topic, I’ll save that for a future post—I’ve already reached out to a few paranormal experts I know, and once I gather more opinions, I’ll dive into the connection between wandering spirits and these eerie clips.
Today, though, I want to share a few family stories tied to the “Mo-sin-a”, a mountain spirit Taiwanese mountain folklore. The protagonists of these tales are all relatives, and their experiences might just align with the legendary trickster of the wild. So, I’m putting them out here for discussion.
As for the Red-Clothed Girl, my take is this: if that video is real, she could be some kind of “creature” akin to the Mo-sin-a. I say “creature” because this phenomenon feels distinct from typical wandering spirits, so I’ll stick with that term for now.
Story 1: The Disappearance at Tataka Visitor Center
The first story involves a relative I’d call my “cousin-in-law.” If he were still alive today, he wouldn’t be that old—back when this happened, he was probably just around 30.
This took place about a decade ago at the Tataka Visitor Center in Alishan. Truth be told, I’ve never been there myself, but oddly enough, my entire family has. They’re all familiar with the area’s geography, and whenever this cousin-in-law’s incident comes up, they shake their heads and say the same thing:
“That place is so flat—even Dad, in his wheelchair, rolled around there with no trouble.”
So, it’s pretty much an undisputed fact that this isn’t the kind of spot where mountain accidents typically happen.
That day, my cousin-in-law was hiking with a group of friends. Being an experienced mountaineer, he naturally took charge of the group’s safety. After a break at Tataka, everyone split up for some free time. The terrain was flat and open—nothing challenging. The group included people of all ages, and even the kids were happily scampering around without issue.
When the leader called everyone back to regroup, they did a headcount and realized two women were missing. Someone piped up, saying they’d seen the pair wander off to pick wild fruit nearby, not far from the visitor center. Without hesitation, my cousin-in-law volunteered to fetch them. He jogged off in the direction they’d been spotted.
Up to this point, everything seemed normal. Sure enough, he found the two women picking wild berries not far off. According to their later account, he told them the group was ready to leave and urged them to head back. They agreed, and the three started walking back along the same path.
My cousin-in-law, true to his mountaineering instincts, let the women go ahead while he brought up the rear—standard procedure to ensure no one got distracted and lagged behind again. It was the right move, something any seasoned hiker would do.
But then, something utterly bizarre happened—something no one could’ve predicted.
My cousin-in-law vanished, as if he’d melted into thin air.
The two women returned to the group, laughing and chatting, expecting him to catch up any moment so they could all head home. But he never did. He never reappeared—not then, not ever.
According to those present, the spot where he’d parted from the women was very close to the visitor center. There were no side paths, no forks—just a single, straightforward trail. Someone even said it was the kind of path you couldn’t get lost on if you tried.
Yet, he disappeared without a trace. The group waited for a bit, assuming he’d stopped to admire the scenery. They sent people to look for him, combing the entire trail, but he was nowhere to be found. Soon, they realized something was seriously wrong and called the police. The authorities searched the area, eventually organizing a large-scale mountain rescue operation. Still, no sign of him.
Now, nearly ten years later, he remains missing. Legally, he’s been declared dead.
Over the years, our family has tossed around countless theories. Some think he encountered a wild animal, others suggest he fell into a hidden crevice. A few believe he was bewitched by a Mo-sin-a and swallowed by the mountain. Then there are the drama fans who wonder if he staged his own disappearance to start a new life somewhere else under a different name.
My cousin (his wife) and the family even consulted spiritual mediums, but the answers were all over the place—some said he’d passed away, others claimed he was still alive. No clear resolution ever came.
Among all these possibilities, the idea of a Mo-sin-a encounter stands out. Which brings me to the second story—a firsthand account from another relative who did come face-to-face with this mysterious entity.
Writer : Su Yiping
Time Stamp: 2012, July 17
True TAIWAN Horror story 
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