香港山怪談｜城門水塘白影：舊軍路旁，那個很多人都見過的身影 | Shing Mun Reservoir White Shadow: The Haunted Military Road Ghost Sighting in Hong Kong
城門水塘的清晨，霧氣如紗般輕柔地籠罩著整個山谷，樹影在微光中搖曳，彷彿在低語著什麼隱秘的故事。阿軒是一個熱愛行山的人，幾乎每個週末都會來這裡散步。他喜歡清晨的靜謐，也喜歡在這片森林裡尋找內心的平靜。然而，這一天的行程，卻讓他感受到一種從未有過的詭異氛圍。
天色尚未大亮，阿軒一如往常地走在舊軍路上，腳下的石板路濕滑，但他已經習慣了這種感覺。四周瀰漫著濃霧，視線所及之處只有模糊的樹影和隱約可見的水塘邊緣。忽然，他感覺到有什麼東西在注視著他。那種感覺就像是有一道無形的目光從樹林深處射來，讓他的背脊不禁一陣發涼。他停下腳步，環顧四周，但什麼也沒看到，只有霧氣在樹間緩緩流動。
他甩了甩頭，告訴自己別多想，繼續往前走。然而，就在他經過一處轉彎時，一抹白色的影子映入他的眼簾。那影子模糊不清，像是漂浮在半空中，又像是站在地面上。他停住腳步，盯著那白影看了一會兒。那是一個人形的輪廓，但沒有五官，也沒有動作，就那麼靜靜地站在樹林邊。
阿軒心跳加速，他試圖說服自己那只是霧氣的形狀，但內心深處卻有一種說不出的不安。他小心翼翼地向前邁了一步，那白影依然沒有動靜。他又走近了一些，想看得更清楚。就在他距離白影不到三米的時候，那影子突然像煙霧般消散在空氣中，只剩下一片濕漉漉的草地和幾棵高大的樹木。
阿軒愣在原地，腦海裡一片空白。他用力揉了揉眼睛，再三確認那裡什麼也沒有後，才繼續往前走。然而，他的心情已經無法平靜下來，每走一步，他都忍不住回頭張望，彷彿那白影還會再次出現。
到了水塘邊，他遇到了一個正在拍照的中年男子。阿軒試探性地問道：「你有沒有聽說過這裡有什麼怪事？」男子放下相機，看了他一眼，微微一笑：「你是說那個白影吧？」阿軒一怔：「你也知道？」男子點點頭：「我以前也見過一次，就在舊軍路上。當時我以為是別的行山客，結果靠近一看，什麼都沒有。」
男子的話讓阿軒更加確信自己剛才並不是眼花。他忍不住追問：「你覺得那是什麼？」男子沉吟片刻，然後低聲說：「有人說，那可能是戰爭時期死去的士兵留下的靈魂。你知道的，這裡以前是軍事據點，有很多士兵在這裡巡邏，也有不少人陣亡。」
阿軒聽得心頭一緊，他回想起剛才看到白影的情景，那種詭異的感覺再次襲上心頭。「那……還有人見過嗎？」他問道。男子點了點頭：「不少人都說見過，有些是在清晨，有些是在黃昏，甚至有人說夜裡用電筒照到過。」
兩人聊了一會兒後分道揚鑣，但阿軒心裡始終對那個白影耿耿於懷。他決定再去那條舊軍路看看，也許能找到些線索。當他回到先前看到白影的位置時，天已經完全亮了起來。陽光穿過樹梢灑在地上，一切看起來都很正常。
他仔細觀察周圍的環境，發現這裡的樹木確實有不少是白色樹幹，在特定角度下可能會形成類似人形的輪廓。但即使如此，他還是無法完全說服自己剛才看到的一切只是錯覺。
就在他準備離開時，一陣微風突然吹過，帶來了一股淡淡的花香。阿軒愣了一下，他記得這一帶並沒有開花的植物。他順著風的方向走去，發現不遠處有一棵樹下擺放著一束已經枯萎的白花，看起來像是有人特地擺放在那裡祭拜什麼。
他蹲下身子，伸手觸碰那束花時，一股寒意突然從指尖傳遍全身。他猛地站起來，四處張望，但什麼也沒發現。就在這時，他聽到身後傳來輕微的腳步聲。他轉過身去，看見一個穿著舊式軍服的人站在不遠處。
那人低著頭，看不清臉，但身影卻異常清晰。阿軒屏住呼吸，不敢移動半步。那人站了幾秒鐘後，緩緩抬起頭來，但臉上卻空無一物——只有一片模糊的白色光影。阿軒感到一陣天旋地轉，他想要尖叫，但喉嚨卻像被什麼東西堵住了一樣發不出聲音。
就在他以為自己要昏倒時，那個白色身影突然消失了，只剩下空蕩蕩的樹林和依舊瀰漫的霧氣。一陣冷風吹過，他才回過神來，全身已經被冷汗浸透。
從那天起，阿軒再也沒有單獨去城門水塘行山。他告訴自己，那只是一次幻覺，是霧氣和光線造成的錯覺。但每當夜深人靜時，那個白色身影就會浮現在他的腦海裡，讓他久久無法入睡。他開始懷疑，那個白影是否真的只是一場幻覺？還是它真的存在，只是沒有人能解釋它的來歷？
或許，在城門水塘那片幽深的森林裡，有些秘密永遠無法被揭開，而那些靜靜站立在舊軍路旁的白色身影，也許正是歷史留下的一道永恆陰影，等待著某一天，有人能夠解讀它們未竟的故事。
English Version
In the early morning at Shing Mun Reservoir, a soft veil of mist drapes itself across the valley, blurring the edges of trees and water while the faint light of dawn filters through the forest, creating an atmosphere that feels both शांत and quietly mysterious, a place where silence seems to carry echoes of the past, and for hikers like Ah Hin, who regularly walk these trails in search of peace and solitude, it is a familiar refuge that rarely feels threatening, yet on one particular morning, that sense of calm gave way to something far more unsettling. As he made his way along the old military road, the stone path beneath his feet still damp from the night’s moisture, the surrounding fog thick enough to limit his vision to only a short distance ahead, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sensation, as though he was being watched from somewhere deep within the trees, a presence that could not be seen but was impossible to ignore, sending a chill down his spine that made him pause and scan his surroundings, only to find nothing but drifting mist and silent branches. Convincing himself that it was merely his imagination, he continued forward, but as he rounded a bend in the path, something caught his eye, a faint white shape standing near the edge of the forest, indistinct and almost translucent, like a silhouette formed from fog rather than flesh. He stopped immediately, staring at the figure, trying to determine whether it was simply an illusion created by light and shadow, yet the shape remained, clearly humanoid but lacking any visible features, standing perfectly still as if frozen in place. His heartbeat quickened as he cautiously took a step closer, then another, each movement bringing him nearer to the silent figure, until he was within just a few meters of it, and in that moment, without warning, the white shape dissolved into the air like smoke, leaving behind nothing but damp grass and towering trees. For several seconds, he stood there in stunned silence, struggling to process what he had just witnessed, before forcing himself to move on, though his sense of unease lingered, growing stronger with every step as he found himself repeatedly glancing back, half-expecting the figure to reappear. When he reached the edge of the reservoir, he encountered a middle-aged man taking photographs, and after a brief hesitation, he asked whether the man had ever heard of strange occurrences in the area, to which the man responded with a knowing smile, immediately understanding what he meant and mentioning the white shadow that had been reported by multiple hikers over the years. According to him, many people had seen similar figures along the old military road, sometimes at dawn, sometimes at dusk, and occasionally even at night when illuminated briefly by a flashlight, always appearing silently and disappearing just as quickly. He went on to suggest that the phenomenon might be connected to the history of the area, as Shing Mun had once been a military site during wartime, with soldiers stationed along these very paths, some of whom never left, their lives ending in the forests that now stood quiet and overgrown, leading some to believe that the white figure could be the lingering presence of one of those soldiers, caught between past and present. The explanation unsettled Ah Hin, who recalled the exact moment he had seen the figure, the stillness, the lack of features, and the way it had vanished without a trace, and though he tried to remain rational, he could not entirely dismiss the possibility that what he had seen was something beyond ordinary understanding. After parting ways with the photographer, he found himself drawn back to the same section of the old military road where the encounter had occurred, determined to examine the area more carefully now that daylight had fully broken through the mist. Under the brighter light, the forest appeared normal, even reassuring, and he noticed that many of the trees in that area had pale trunks that, from certain angles, could resemble human shapes, offering a plausible explanation for what he had seen earlier, yet despite this rational observation, a lingering doubt remained, a sense that the explanation did not fully account for the clarity and presence of the figure he had encountered. As he prepared to leave, a gentle breeze carried with it a faint scent of flowers, something unexpected in that part of the forest where such plants were uncommon, and following the scent, he discovered a small bundle of white flowers placed beneath a tree, as though someone had left them there as an offering or memorial. Curious, he reached out to touch the flowers, but the moment his fingers made contact, a sudden wave of cold spread through his body, sharp and immediate, causing him to pull back instinctively as a sense of dread surged within him. At that exact moment, he heard soft footsteps behind him, slow and deliberate, and when he turned around, he saw a figure standing a short distance away, dressed in what appeared to be an old military uniform, its posture rigid and unmoving. The air seemed to freeze as he stared at the figure, unable to speak or move, his breath caught in his throat, and after a few seconds, the figure slowly lifted its head, revealing not a face but a blank, featureless expanse of pale light where its features should have been. The sight overwhelmed him, sending a wave of dizziness through his body as he struggled to remain conscious, and just as suddenly as it had appeared, the figure vanished, leaving him alone once more in the silent forest. It took several moments for him to recover, his clothes soaked with cold sweat as he tried to steady himself and make sense of what had just happened, but no explanation came, only the lingering memory of that white, faceless presence. From that day onward, Ah Hin never returned to Shing Mun Reservoir alone, convincing himself that the encounter had been a product of mist, light, and an overactive imagination, yet deep down, he knew that what he had experienced could not be so easily dismissed, and in the quiet hours of the night, when the world around him was still, the image of the white shadow standing silently by the old military road would return to him, vivid and unchanging, raising a question he could never fully answer, whether it had truly been an illusion, or whether something from the past still lingered in that forest, waiting patiently among the trees, unseen until the moment it chose to appear.
