This happened when I was 8 years old.
At that time, our house was extremely dark.
My grandfather, who had closed down his timber business that he had run for generations and was so depressed that he felt ashamed to face his ancestors, was spending his days drinking.
One day, he suddenly left as if he was sleeping, and not long after, my grandmother also quietly left as if following him.
I cried and cried over the death of my loving grandmother who always carried me on her back and hugged me.
The day before he passed away, he called me over as always and sat me on his lap, saying, "You are the eldest grandson of this family, so come to your senses."
I never thought that the words he said while patting my head and telling me to help my mother and father would become his last words.
Father couldn't just sit there and be sad.
After quitting my job, I was at a loss as to how I would support my mother, who had a younger sibling and a sister two years older than me.
Moreover, after paying off the debt incurred when selling the house and liquidating the lumber business, the family of five soon had to find a place to go.
An old friend of my late grandfather came to visit my father.
There is a house that is very cheap and nice, even though it is far from here.
My father, who wanted to hold on to even a rotten rope, followed him without a word.
That place, located somewhere in present-day Seoul, was nothing more than a vast plain at that time.
However, the house was quite large and clean, and the price was either a steal or a steal.
My father quickly bought this house so as not to miss it.
A few days later, my grandfather's friend gave me some advice while drinking at our house, which was starting to prepare for the move.
In fact, the house is a goblin house built on a goblin site.
If the owner of the goblin house does well, it will make the owner rich, but if the owner does not know his place and lives in vain,
It is said that the owner's fortune is ruined and he is kicked out.
However, no matter how kind and good the owner is, he can only stay in the house for 10 years.
After 10 years, the owner is kicked out to make way for a new owner.
The previous owner heard that it was a goblin site, so he bought the land and built a house there.
As soon as he got some money, he started gambling and took in a concubine, and in less than four years, his family went bankrupt.
It is said that the eldest grandson died suddenly and the family sold the house and left.
People around here say that the previous owner was kicked out.
When my father heard that, he just laughed drunk.
He said that he wanted to try it out in his new home, rather than just dismiss it as an old man's useless story.
After coming to the new house, my mother said she had a strange dream.
In the dream, a strangely unrecognizable person, extremely tall and large, suddenly opened the door to the main house and came in.
Then he said to his mother, 'Eldest daughter-in-law, your family's luck in the silk business has run out, so you should start a food business.
He said, 'It's sad when people are naked, but isn't it sadder when they starve?' and then suddenly there's no one opening or closing the door.
All the doors in the house slammed shut at the same time.
When my mother woke up to the loud noise and told my father about her dream, my father said
He said he was happy and thought, 'I was going to start a restaurant anyway, so I guess it'll work out.'
Since I didn't have the energy to start a proper restaurant business yet, my mother made tofu every morning.
My father sold it, and strangely enough, the tofu was made well every day and sold well.
In the past, the fire was lit one by one, and the heat was not constant like it is today, so if you boil it, bubbles may form.
There were many cases where the tofu was not made well and would go bad.
But when I came to my new house, I soaked the soybeans and made tofu, and it was perfect every time, without any mistakes or spoilage.
My father was always the first to go to the market to make tofu, because he was so good at making tofu.
He came in selling all the tofu faster than anyone else.
There was a rumor that the tofu in the neighborhood was so delicious that some ladies came to our house and asked us to teach them how to make tofu.
Compared to me, who remembers my mother's bright face the most, waving her hand and saying that she had no special talent,
Later, my older sister, who was unable to get married and became a virgin ghost at the age of 20 (she died young), lived on top of a hut.
The red-faced woman who sits with her skirt exposed and smiles whenever we make eye contact is the most common.
He said he remembered.
She had an ambiguous face, whether she was a woman or a grandmother, and was wandering around the kitchen, holding an empty pot lid.
He constantly touches the dishes and when he cooks rice or boils water, he sits on the lid of the pot to check if it is hot.
He just laughed and laughed.
It was only later that I realized that the woman was the kitchen god.
As time passed, my younger sibling, who had been growing well in my mother's womb, was born.
After my younger brother was born, my father gave up his tofu business and started a full-fledged rice business.
After opening the outer building and building another hut, a wall was built in front of it and several dining tables were placed.
My mother could no longer handle the influx of customers on her own, so she hired three women to help her.
Even though they wrote, they would get exhausted as soon as the sun went down.
My older sister would carry my baby brother on her back when she got home from school, taking care of her always busy mother.
And although she helped with housework, she often carried her younger sibling on her back and walked around the neighborhood, returning home around sunset.
My mother always told my sister not to go too far, but she was stubborn.
One day, Agi-eop met his older sister on the way back from school.
My older sister asked quietly, 'Aren't you scared to go home?'
When I said, 'It's always noisy at home, what's wrong with that?', my older sister didn't say anything more.
I heard it a long time later, but my older sister said that the whole house was haunted by ghosts.
You can always see the palms and soles of people's feet on the roof, but they are so big that you can't see the person's torso, only the hands and feet.
Men and women with disheveled hair are running around the house, sometimes in front of the guests, sometimes behind them, and if you look closely,
They say that there is no place they don't go, as they have no hands or feet and just drag their clothes.
They say that when they mix in with people and laugh and have fun, more customers inevitably come in droves when they hear that sound.
That too, with a lot of similar groups mixed in.
Most of them go out when the sun goes down, and when they do, an old man with a beard that reaches down to his navel and a red nose appears.
He locks the gate and sits down in the middle of the yard.
When this inspiration comes out, those who came in during the day knock on the door and make a fuss to open it, but every time that happens, the inspiration stays until the sun rises.
He yelled at them, telling them to wait. Every time he yelled, the house rang and things outside the door screamed, but everyone else
No one knows and they just go to bed saying, 'The wind is blowing hard.'
I thought my sister was talking nonsense.
My older sister was weaker than me, so she would often vomit while eating and would often lie down with a fever.
Now that I think about it, I wonder if my sister was trying to leave earlier than everyone else, or if she was destined to leave that way, so she went to the goblin house.
If I had left that house earlier, wouldn't my sister have gotten married and lived a good life?
I often fall into regret.
As time passed, I became a high school student with brown hair.
Our family has become so wealthy that anyone would say it's a lie that we used to be struggling to find a place to move to.
My younger brother, who had been well-fed and well-raised since childhood, was stronger, taller, and bigger than me at that age.
He had a lot of stuff compared to other kids his age, so he was always the leader of the neighborhood.
Sometimes, the mothers of other children come to the house because their younger sibling fights or hits other children of the same age.
And the mother was worried about her only daughter's weak health.
My father often nagged me to study hard so I could get into a good university. I hadn't been able to go to high school,
Even though I knew that more of my friends would have to work after graduating from high school, I hated my father's nagging to study.
But on New Year's Eve, when I turned seventeen, my mother had a strange dream again for the first time in ten years.
The monster-like person who appeared in my dream the year I moved into this house strode into the main house and said, 'Eldest daughter-in-law,
Now pack your bags. Even if you only have a year left, you must go within a year. You may go far, but you must definitely cross Namsan (that's Namsan in Seoul).
He said, 'That way, the beggars won't be able to follow you.'
At first, he closed all the doors in the house, but now he woke up because he opened all the doors.
Mother's spine tingled. This good fortune has run out. She's received so much.
If you don't listen, it will be taken away without mercy.
Feeling so anxious, my mother suggested to my father that they move house.
My father was different. He said, "There's only one year left. Let's earn more and move on within the year."
In fact, my father wanted to open a lumber store again.
Did it really stick in your mind that your grandfather cried before he passed away, saying, "I'm ashamed to have ended things in my generation, and I have no face to go to the afterlife"?
He said that he wanted to open a small timber store without having to quit his job as a restaurant owner.
The two of them fought over this issue.
My mother told me to work harder at the business I was doing, and since I don't have to worry about the business anymore, I'll run a lumber store with her.
Father said, “Wouldn’t it be better?”
With no words to say, I sat at my desk like a stone Buddha and just read the book.
As these arguments continued, a year passed and I turned eighteen.
It's been exactly 10 years since I came to this house.
My father eventually followed through on his stubbornness and opened a lumber store. He'd said it would be small, but it turned out to be bigger than he'd expected.
Did you want to recreate the old store that was said to be the biggest in the market?
My mother didn't even set foot in the lumber store and focused on her original business.
He said he had another dream. He whispered in my ear without even entering the inner room.
'You've missed your chance, so do as you please. Don't even think about taking advantage of this house. The kimchi in the jar and the rice in the granary won't even enter your stomach.
He said, 'I'll turn into a piece of shit' before, but the giggling voice at the end was so creepy that I woke up in a cold sweat.
He said it flowed.
Business was still going well, but my sister started getting sick more and more and became more scared.
Before, when the sun went down, a bearded old man would block the things that came in during the day, but where did that old man go?
Now they don't lock or block the front door.
They say they can't sleep because they make so much noise all over the house until dawn.
And when they come in, some black things come in and bite and eat the rafters.
The next day, someone will definitely get hurt, something that is supposed to arrive will not arrive, or you will have bad luck.
My mother was annoyed that the lumber store wasn't doing well and that the money she had earned from selling food was being wasted there.
Half a year after my father and mother's fights became a daily occurrence, my older sister fell ill with a cold at the beginning of fall.
I couldn't get up.
They said it was acute pneumonia.
My older sister, who was unconscious until she died, could not even leave a will.
My mother had a terrible dream and cried the whole time, holding onto my grandmother, saying that her only daughter had been taken away like this.
In my dream, two women wearing blue tops and with their hair down, each grabbed my sister's ankles and dragged her as she lay in the room.
He said he laughed out loud as he walked out the front door.
While paying tribute to my older sister, my mother told my father again that he had eaten my daughter and still not come to his senses, and that they should move.
My father tried not to connect my sister's portrait with the story of the house.
But my father could no longer be stubborn. The worker who helped me in the lumber shop gave me money and valuable items.
He ran away with everything.
Only then did the fight between the two end.
We decided to move house. Around that time, my youngest child came down with late-onset measles. I couldn't lose my youngest child.
It connected the hearts of two people.
Leaving their younger brother with their maternal grandmother, the two of them were busy settling down their business and looking for a house.
Since we had nowhere to go during the year-end and New Year holidays, we ran around looking for another house, just like before we found this house.
Several months later, in the spring of my nineteenth year, we finally left that house.
Strangely, my mother's business did not go as well as it did when she lived in the goblin house.
They were just barely making a living, but they were always feeling sad, perhaps because they had already achieved so much success.
Until he passed away, my father secretly missed the goblin house.
This may be because the 10 years spent in that house were the most financially prosperous period.
Now that time has passed, the stories about the goblin site are much different. They say it's not a place for people to live, but only for business.
Like you have to wear a talisman and perform a ritual, or someone with as much energy as the land has to live there...
But now, as I approach the age of 100, I recall that there is nothing truly free, whether for people or ghosts.
This is my impression of the goblin.
After ten years of giving the fortune of a goblin, you can no longer receive it, and the numerous ghosts that used to come and go from that house give you wealth instead.
He broke his parents' hearts and took his sister's life.
People think that it is best for people to live as they please with others, and that other people are not greedy at all.
They say the bowl is small.
But no matter what anyone says, I don't want to eat food from that ghost bowl.