CHAPTER1 My whole life I've had this draw to the occult; this need to search, read, listen, and watch anything related to it. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves; I love it all. Anything odd and macabre were my holy grail. This made me an odd child yes, but I didn't mind. I had the people I needed to love to me. My father and two best friends. They have always been more than enough for me.    Yet, there love was not enough to satiate my want for the occult. No matter where I looked or how hard I searched, I could never find any real proof. It didn't help that my father has always been very against my hobby. I could only be thankful my friends indulged me. Although, even they didn't understand why I wanted to prove my nightmarish dreams true. How did it help me or better my life in any way? Not even I know the answer to this. But that's exactly why I need to prove it. I need to know why.   It's my senior year of high school, but that's not where my story begins. It begins the day of graduation; on a Tuesday. The day my two best friends and I planned to go on a road trip to answer my burning questions.    When we first came up with the idea, or rather, when I first brought up the idea; my friends agreed only if I made the plans myself. They didn't want to be blamed for poor planning or if I ended up not getting the answers I craved. They're ridiculous terms were almost proved valid when I could not find a good enough place that wasn't overseas to travel to.    Just when I was about to give up though, I found it. I hadn't even been looking when I found it. I had just been searching the web for new scary stories to tell; a past time between my friends and I. In my search I happened upon a site of Korea's most horrible real life stories. It consisted of family tragedies, massacre