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KA-MOAD

2013

Mite Ugro ZaZa Gallery, Gwangju, South Korea

I believe that everyone retains some fair share amount of recollection of ghost stories from their childhood time. Dauntingly, scary tales and grim morbid stories hoarded a plethora of hostile ghost, evil spirit, mischievous elves, ghouls and demons that could readily evoke a terrible eerie feeling to anyone and will perpetually haunt us deep into our memories. Skepticism habitually has made me to rationalize that these sorts of story we grew up with may be one of the cunning methods made up to effectively discipline wayward children. Sometimes, it works way better than a stick of cane.

 

However, there are always two sides in every story. One would ponder if it could be more than just a ghost story invented for the sole purpose to scare little kids. “Could any of it actually hold real significant truth?” My curious mind would ask. Certainly, it serves greatly to inspire in creative pursuits and helps broadening the limitless imagination especially in the work of art. Venturing in the somber narratives of the darkly mysterious macabre, I’d happily seek and explore in art forms. A particular story that has been stuck in my mind is the one related to the peculiar Kamod Ghost. The story goes something like this;

 

Not so long ago, there was an old man living in a small hut by a canal. One evening, after he had made fire for cooking and had his dinner as usual, he laid down in the hut. As he was just about to fall asleep, suddenly he heard an intrusive but curious noise from outside coming from a group of men and women walking and speaking in a language he could barely understand. Wanted to investigate, he stealthily tried to peep through the tiny hole on the wall of his hut. What the old man then saw was quite befuddling. He saw a group of people effortlessly catching fish with one bare hand. This strange activity gets even stranger as they were progressively catching one fish after another swiftly, interchangeably with both hands as if possessed with some arcane power. These strange people then grilled the fish on a bonfire not far from the old man’s hut. But surprisingly, even when the fire was about to smother out, they were still catching even more fish, grilling them on a burned out charcoal and hungrily dined on the fish heads and intestines. Shockingly, witnessing this incident, the old uncle thought to himself “with such a poor fire, were those fish really cooked?” Then, almost instantly, one of those people turned his face straight towards the hole where the old man was peeping through and slowly but clearly replied;
“whhhhhhhy nooooooooooooot?!”

 

Whilst saying this, his horrid mouth terrifyingly stretched longer reaching almost to his face.
Those strange people were actually the kamod ghost. My grand mom told me that the poor old man used to live in my own neighborhood. I therefore felt much closely connected to the story that I was growing up in the exact area where the kamod ghost would actually come out to hunt for fish at night.

 

Even though I have never even seen the kamod ghost myself, somehow I still strongly believe that they do really exist. Ultimately, this story has become one true significant ghost story of my childhood. Even though I would hold persistent onto my own belief, even if they are real or otherwise, but I fear for their survival because alarmingly true, fish really are becoming much rarer nowadays.