Guimoon: The Lightless Door (귀문)

A PRACTICE OF EVICTING DEMONS AND GHOSTS

A LOST SOUL THAT REMAINS IN THE AREA WHERE IT DIED

AN ANCIENT INDIAN DAGGER USED BY TIBETAN SHAMANS DURING EXORCISM

A PORTAL THAT CONNECTS

THE LIVING AND THE DEAD ON OLD YEAR'S NIGHT

Damn it.

Gosh.

What's up?

That guy tries to find any excuse not to work.

We gotta get this done today to be on schedule!

Hey!

-Look. -What is it?

A body?

A concealed body was discovered

while renovating a derelict community center…

The unidentified body has found without any decomposition,

and exact time of death, concealment time,

and other factors…

According to neighbors,

bodies without kin were found at the community center,

and gruesome murders took place here in the past.

More information is expected after the investigation.

Damn it.

Stay away!

THE YEAR OF 1998

COMMUNITY CENTER

We got a nasty restligeist.

As if devouring people wasn't enough, it took over the entire building.

A stubborn one…

GUEST LEDGER 1990, KIM SEOK-HO

NAME, AGE

FOUR YEARS LATER

FEBRUARY 11, 2002

Do-jin,

my frail body cannot handle this case.

Could you take over?

I can do nothing about my blood, but I ain't no shaman.

Let's end the shaman heritage with you.

All right.

I'm sorry for passing on such bad blood on to you.

Here is the traffic report for February 11, 2002.

Due to the long holiday weekend, highways are open.

Aside from southbound Gyeongbu and Honam highways,

all national highways are breezy without any congestion.

Due to a large accident near Cheonan yesterday,

there was a traffic jam till evening, but it has returned to normal overnight.

Yesterday…

TEMPORARILY CLOSED

It wasn't easy obtaining evidence for an open case.

You know.

And? So what?

-Well, I'm just saying… -Your wife's cheating, right?

She's about to take off with your seal. Shouldn't you go?

My mom sure is stubborn.

You can't hold me back.

You know no one can stop me when I put my mind to it.

So stop pestering and ascend, will you?

Whatever happened in there that made you do that,

I'm going to find out.

NOTORIOUS SERIAL KILLERS THERE WAS A SIGN OF DANGER

Do you have to go?

Stop with your tantrum. I ain't going there to die.

Guimoon, the door connects the living and the dead has appeared.

I have to get through that door when it opens tonight.

Enough with your bullshit.

Mom…

Mom died like that. I can't lose you too.

I'm going there so I can live. All right?

I have to release all restligeists who died by Kim Seok-ho's hands,

and once Kim is exorcised, Mom's grudge will finally be released.

It'll be fine. Don't worry.

- Do-jin, please stop… - I've been harassed for four years.

If I end up missing today's chance…

You won't have to worry.

THE YEAR OF 2002

FEB 11, 11:30 P.M.

"They are here.

It's all over. MPD ghost is here."

MAINTENANCE OFFICE

MAINTENANCE OFFICE

GUEST LEDGER 1990, KIM SEOK-HO

SEPTEMBER 9, 1990

"September 10, 1990."

Fuck.

Should I run? Hey, don't run.

Hey, don't run.

THE YEAR OF 1996

-Look, this thing moves. -Stand in front of it.

-Take a picture of us. -Here we go.

One, two…

I got a hold of last year's contest winner film.

It's so bad that I almost puked.

Stop bullshitting me.

It's not bullshit.

Look at it. Everything looks amazing to shoot.

No one will know if someone gets killed here.

Holy shit!

Your face is hellish!

-You ignorant bastard. -What?

Heavy makeup will scare away the ghosts.

My mom even puts on chicken blood when performing a ritual.

Chicken blood? So nasty.

Tae-hun was here.

Write it bigger. Way bigger.

-In bloody red. -Hey!

-What about it? -That's bad luck!

Leaving a trace behind is a tradition for a place like this.

But why leave my name?

-We're here because of you. -Goddamnit.

Don't you dare swear at me again.

-What if we can never get out of here? -Stop jinxing with that crap!

-Holy shit, stop shouting! -Why? You scared?

That graffiti…

I think I saw it before.

-He's scared. -So scared.

It rubs me the wrong way!

Why is he being a bitch? I'll smack you with the shovel.

What should we do with this scaredy cat?

What was that?

Sorry! I'm sorry.

Why are you two so chickenshit?

-Do we really have to do this? - Absolutely.

You're dropping out because you can't pay the tuition.

The prize for this contest is huge.

Seeing and analyzing all the past contest winners,

this will definitely work.

-But even so… -Stop that.

Aren't you thankful of us?

If you are, then say so.

Yeah, man.

Hey! It's almost time. Let's get going!

Geez.

Wait for me!

-It's almost time. Four minutes left. -Hey.

Geez.

I told you to wait for me.

Are you a child? There's no time. Start shooting.

If we don't get this, we're so screwed.

Then Tae-hun will shave his head and be drafted to the military.

All right. I'm feeling it. It's coming.

One, two, three.

Many years ago,

the custodian of this building… Damn it. The community…

killed the owners and guests on the third floor with a crowbar…

A shovel. We're standing at that very crime scene.

The custodian's motive is still unknown.

Why?

Because he committed suicide afterwards.

Other mysterious and fatal incidents continued to take place here.

Then a strange rumor started to spread.

On Old Year's Night, the last day of lunar year!

The moon normally does not shine at midnight,

but it's supposedly visible only from this roof.

If a moon really does show up at midnight tonight,

it's the moon of the afterlife, not of the living.

The energy from it is passed down the hallway

and opens the door.

Guimoon…

a boundary between the dead and the living.

Forget it. That's enough.

Screw Guimoon. It's freezing here.

The shaman said it'd be here 100%…

Screw the afterlife moon.

-Maybe she lied. -Let's just go get drunk.

I'm buying.

-Let's go. Come on. -Hold on.

Wait, stop.

What is it?

Shit.

-It's up. -What?

Don't mess around.

-I don't see anything. -Let's just go.

-It's really up. -Let me see.

Oh, my God. It was for real.

Tae-hun, come take a look. This is batshit insane.

FEB 19, 1996, 12:02 A.M.

If you're lying, I'll kill you.

You see that?

What the hell?

It's locked.

-What? -It won't open. Damn it!

Move aside.

Really?

Hang in there, Mom.

I'll cross over, exorcise those things,

and free your grudge.

FEBRUARY 12, 2002

JUNE 18, 2000

GUEST LEDGER

JULY 5, 1995

APRIL 2, 1993

JANUARY 5, 1991

SEPTEMBER 10, 1990

KILL

GUEST LEDGER

What the fuck?

Please don't kill me!

Get away from me!

Honey!

Help me!