The Long-Breasted Phantom: The Curse of the Sealed Well

In a remote countryside of Southern Vietnam, an eerie legend has been passed down through generations. The villagers whisper about it on moonless nights, fearing even to utter its name aloud. They call it The Long-Breasted Phantom—a ghostly entity, neither fully human nor entirely spirit, lurking in the shadows, waiting for unsuspecting victims.

They say The Long-Breasted Phantom was once a woman who died a tragic and unjust death. But it was not just her demise that made the legend terrifying—it was her grotesque form. Her breasts were unnaturally long, coiling around her body like chains. She would let out eerie, high-pitched laughter in the dead of night, and anyone who laid eyes on her… would never be the same again.

In Vietnam, ghost stories like this are not uncommon. Villagers believe in the supernatural—they avoid provoking spirits and respect the unknown. But there are always those who are curious. Those who want to challenge the line between myth and reality.

Minh and his friends were among them.

Minh, Hoàng, Linh, and Thảo were close friends. One evening, while visiting Linh’s grandmother in her rural village, they overheard an old man talking about The Long-Breasted Phantom. He spoke of a man who had once seen her. That man later went insane, screaming at night that something was crawling around his bed.

Thảo chuckled. “Come on, it’s just an old folktale. There’s no proof.”

But Hoàng’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Why don’t we test it? Let’s see if there’s any truth to this legend.”

Linh hesitated. “The elders warned us not to mess with things like this…”

But Minh, ever the thrill-seeker, had already made up his mind. That night, he convinced the group to explore a nearby forest, the very place where people claimed to have seen The Long-Breasted Phantom.

Armed with flashlights, phones, and a mix of courage and recklessness, they ventured into the dark. The towering trees swallowed the moonlight, leaving only the dim beams of their flashlights to pierce the darkness. The air was thick with humidity, and the rustling leaves sent shivers down their spines.

“What if we actually see The Long-Breasted Phantom?” Thảo joked, but her voice trembled slightly.

Then, Linh suddenly froze in place. “Did you hear that?”

Silence.

Not a single insect chirped. Not a single leaf fell.

Then… a laugh.

A distant, distorted giggle, barely audible but undeniably real.

The group stood paralyzed. Hoàng’s hands trembled as he aimed his flashlight forward.

And then… they saw it.

A figure moving through the trees. Not walking. Gliding.

Minh’s breath caught in his throat.

And then… the light landed on it.

A white figure. A long, sinewy shape, wrapped in something that wasn’t fabric.

No one dared to speak.

Then… it turned around.