The Calamity-Class Artifacts in Ghost Stories Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 92

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Relics of Calamity: Obsession — Chapter 92
“Wow. You’ve moved somewhere nice.”
Woo Ju glanced around the apartment as he spoke.
The place wasn’t enormous, but it was decorated with care and precision.
“Right? It’s so much better than where I lived before.”
Ji Hoon answered with a smile.
His previous apartment had been similar to Woo Ju’s own—just a modest one-room setup.
So naturally, this was an upgrade.
As Woo Ju and Ji Hoon talked, he toured the full length of the space.
Part of him wanted to see the place since it was his first visit after the move, but that wasn’t the real reason he’d come.
After all, why had they eaten out and then come straight here?
It was to investigate the truth behind what his friend had called “sleep paralysis.”
“Hmm.”
“What? Do you feel something?”
The moment Woo Ju made that sound, Ji Hoon—despite pretending indifference—hurried over, clearly concerned.
Woo Ju shook his head first before answering.
“No, I need to look around more carefully.”
Something felt off, but it wasn’t definite yet. So Woo Ju resumed his slow, methodical inspection of the apartment.
If he put on the Bangsangsi Mask, he’d see much more clearly, but he couldn’t exactly pull that out in front of his friend.
‘Is it that room?’
As he continued searching, something did catch his attention.
Not the Master Bedroom where Ji Hoon had seen the spirit, but the room opposite it.
“What’s this room for?”
“That one? Just a storage room. I keep clothes and other miscellaneous stuff in there.”
“Mind if I take a look?”
“Go ahead.”
Woo Ju told his friend and pushed open the door, stepping inside. The moment he crossed the threshold, he was certain.
If anything was here, it was in this room.
That overwhelming sensation the instant the door opened—unmistakable.
Ji Hoon followed him in and noticed the furrow forming between Woo Ju’s brows.
But instead of offering an explanation, Woo Ju simply moved deeper into the room, following his instinct.
He looked around quickly, then began tapping one section of the wall.
“Mm.”
“What?”
“Here. This part seems hollow.”
“What? The wall?”
Ji Hoon blinked in surprise, and Woo Ju nodded.
“Put your ear against it and listen. You’ll feel it too.”
Ji Hoon pressed his ear to the wall as instructed, while Woo Ju knocked on the adjoining section like he was testing it.
A hollow, empty sound echoed back.
“Seriously? What could be in here?”
“I can’t be certain, but if there’s anything, it’s definitely here.”
“Uh, so what do we do? I’m renting this place.”
“Right.”
Since Ji Hoon was renting, tearing into the wall didn’t seem like a good option.
Woo Ju scratched his cheek.
He didn’t want to casually suggest covering the repair costs himself—that kind of offer between friends could leave the wrong feeling.
It could come across as condescending.
So after a moment of thought, Woo Ju spoke up.
“How about this—I’ll just stay over tonight and handle it.”
“Huh? You?”
“Yeah. The truth is, I’ve learned some things.”
At that, a question mark appeared on Ji Hoon’s face.
Woo Ju elaborated for him.
“You know how I’ve been seeing strange things since I was a kid. My parents took me to a Shaman and all that. That’s where I learned Ghost Exorcism and things like that.”
“Oh… Really? I had no idea.”
He had good reason not to know.
It was a lie.
He had seen “odd” things since childhood, but they’d never caused real problems, so he’d never made a fuss about them.
But learning Ghost Exorcism—that part was true.
Not just any shaman, but receiving education from somewhere far more professional.
“Well, if you don’t mind, I’m fine with it. But what about work tomorrow?”
“I’m off tomorrow.”
“Wow, really? I’m seriously jealous.”
His friend grinned as he said it, speaking with a slight smile.
“So how about another drink?”
“Of course. You have beer, right?”
“Yeah. I’ve got dried squid and peanuts too.”
The two of them chatted away and quickly set out fresh drinks, beginning to pour again.
The drinking session didn’t end until dawn.
Ji Hoon went to bed first, and Woo Ju washed up quickly before lying down on the living room sofa bed.
The living room was quiet.
Or rather, the entire house was quiet.
It seemed Ji Hoon had already passed out, and from outside came only the faint sound of the occasional car.
Woo Ju lay on the sofa bed, staring up at the ceiling.
‘There’s definitely something here.’
The sensation was still faint.
Woo Ju waited a long time while lying down, and only after he was certain that Ji Hoon had fallen asleep did he quietly rise and reach his hand into empty air.
Fwip.
Then he felt a solid sensation at his fingertips—he’d summoned the Bangsangsi Mask.
Woo Ju put it on his head and approached the Storage Room.
Immediately, his vision changed dramatically from before.
‘Just as I thought.’
The source of the ominous aura was exactly where Woo Ju had checked earlier.
Something hidden behind the thin wall.
‘The odds of coincidence are slim.’
Woo Ju thought as he examined what the mask showed him.
No matter how he looked at it, this wasn’t a place something could accidentally fall into. Someone had deliberately broken through the wall and hidden something there.
The solution was simple.
All he had to do was take it out and purify it, and the ominous aura that had settled in this house would disappear without a trace.
‘But that’s something for him to work out with the homeowner first.’
Woo Ju stroked his chin, then slowly turned his head.
‘It should reveal itself in about an hour.’
Not that there was a timer or anything, but he could feel it coming.
This aura would reach its peak at Chuksamssi—between two and two-thirty in the morning.
Just handling that much should keep things trouble-free for a while.
Woo Ju took off the mask and returned it to its place, then pulled out the iron pipe and sat in the living room to wait.
Time crept by slowly.
But time flows without stopping, and all things have an end.
Hiss.
Woo Ju, who had been looking at his phone, suddenly sprang to his feet as a chill brushed across his skin, gripping the iron pipe.
The moment he walked between the Storage Room and the Master Bedroom.
Hisssss.
Something slid out through the Storage Room door and revealed itself.
It was exactly as Ji Hoon had described.
A woman with tangled hair. Her clothes were ragged, and a deep cold clung to her.
She moved toward the Master Bedroom, then paused and turned to look at Woo Ju.
Then her mouth stretched wide into a grin.
Like a beast that had discovered fresh prey.
Woo Ju walked straight toward her without hesitation, and before she could do anything, he shot out his hand.
Grab.
Then a cold sensation touched his fingertips.
She had been grinning when Woo Ju reached for her, but her expression turned startled the moment he seized her collar.
Then she looked back and forth between Woo Ju’s hand and his face.
As though she couldn’t believe what was happening.
And understandably so.
An ordinary person wouldn’t be able to make such free physical contact with a spirit.
“Stay quiet and follow me, and I’ll make it quick.”
Woo Ju smiled as he spoke to the spirit.
Of course, the spirit didn’t obey him at all.
His face twisted in rage as he lunged at Woo Ju.
But a minor ghost like this couldn’t possibly harm Woo Ju.
Woo Ju tightened his grip on the charging spirit and hurled it upward in one smooth motion.
Whoosh!
The minor ghost’s body shot toward the ceiling, so weightless it felt like lifting a stuffed doll.
The impact on the way down was far more brutal.
The spirit that had risen nearly to the ceiling came plummeting straight down and drove into the floor with terrific force.
Though a minor ghost normally resisted physical damage, this one had dropped its guard—and now trembled violently from the intense pain.
Most believe that spirits in their spirit form resist physical harm.
But resistance doesn’t mean immunity.
Apply enough force, and you can hurt anything.
And this was Woo Ju taking it easy.
Had he swung the iron pipe, the minor ghost would have dispersed without a chance to resist.
Groan—
The spirit thrashed for a moment on the floor, then tried to rise again.
But Woo Ju didn’t give it the chance.
Tap.
He pinned it lightly with his foot, then crouched down to meet the spirit’s eyes.
“Where did you come from?”
Instead of answering, the spirit opened its mouth wide and lunged at him again.
Woo Ju didn’t dodge. He simply looked down at it with cold indifference.
Crunch!
Its teeth clamped down on his arm.
But it caused him no harm whatsoever.
A minor ghost of this caliber simply couldn’t penetrate Woo Ju’s defenses—his spiritual rank was far too high.
Those who wielded powerful relics naturally elevated their own standing.
The spirit felt this belatedly and shrank back, emitting high-pitched shrieks like a cornered animal.
“If you don’t cooperate, I’ll disperse you.”
Woo Ju spoke again, lifting the iron pipe slightly.
Golden sigils flickered faintly across its surface.
The spirit’s body shrank further at the sight.
“Talk.”
And then the spirit whimpered, transmitting its thoughts to him.
The method of communication bore little resemblance to how humans spoke, yet Woo Ju understood it without difficulty.
The story was longer than expected.
The spirit had lived in this house long ago and had been killed unjustly.
Had it ended there, the bitterness might have faded with time, and the spirit would have dispersed.
But that wasn’t where it ended.
Not long after the murder, a shaman came to the house and sealed the spirit’s belongings and a lock of her remaining hair in a pouch, then hid it within the wall.
The reason was absurd.
The shaman believed that by doing so, the unjustly murdered spirit would be able to consume other victims and achieve spiritual ascension safely.
‘A charlatan shaman. Or perhaps they knew and did it on purpose.’
It was an obvious truth, but no spirit could achieve ascension through such means.
As the spirit before him demonstrated, that approach wouldn’t resolve the resentment—it would twist an ordinary ghost into a malevolent one.
This spirit was already dangerously close to crossing that threshold.
‘If I’d learned about this any later, that creature might have already transformed.’
Woo Ju questioned the spirit again.
He told it to share everything it knew about that shaman.
The spirit transmitted its memories of the shaman to him once more.
These memories were far clearer than the previous ones.
It seemed the spirit held profound grudge against that shaman.
It understood clearly that this shaman was the one who had made it this way.
Once he’d gathered all the information he needed,
“From now on, stay quiet and behave yourself. Then you’ll achieve spiritual ascension naturally. This isn’t a request—it’s a warning.”
Woo Ju pressed down firmly on the spirit as he spoke.
The spirit nodded frantically in submission.
Tap.
As Woo Ju released it and stood, the spirit scattered hastily and retreated to its place in the storage room.
It would likely remain motionless for at least several weeks.
The fear of dispersal was not something even a spirit could ignore.
But as I told Ji Hoon earlier, this is only a temporary fix. Fortunately, by speaking with the spirit, I was able to come up with a better solution.
‘I need to find that Shaman.’
Track down the Shaman who caused all this and make her confess everything.
And in the process, prevent her from creating any more victims.
It was a perfect plan.
Continued in the next episode ▶
Catastrophe-Class Relics from Urban Legends Grow Obsessed
Author
Lee Se-gye
Publishers
Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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Grae Publishing
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Publication Date
May 26, 2026
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