I received more information about the red mask ghost today. I am really tired of hearing about it, but at least this time the level of English was such that it cleared up a lot of questions. It seems that it started as a story in a Japanese book. I am not sure how it spread across the waters, but it is here for sure.
Anyway, this lady went to a plastic surgeon for a facelift. The doctor made a mistake and slit the side of her face almost to her ears. (This makes it look as if she has a permanent, broad smile.) She wears a mask to cover this flaw. The mask was originally whit, but it is now red because of the blood. She was distrought over this happening and killed herself, this is why there is a ghost.
The students all say they heard about it on the news, so I am not sure what to make of that. They also say the ghost is following a schedule: she was in Busan last night and tomorrow night she will be in Changwon where we are. They even say she is scheduled to be in this particular neighborhood at 7pm. This ghost keeps a better schedule than I do!
Other than the ghost stories, all is well. I am feeling a little better, though still some sinus presure. I am trying to figure out what I am doing, and I have realized that it is a useless task, though I think I still try anyway. I don't know, but there is just something fun about beating ones head against a brick wall.
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