MrBallen Podcast: Strange, Dark & Mysterious Stories
Oct 8, 2026 · 33 min · 17 segments
Today’s podcast will feature 3 spooky stories about messages from beyond. The audio from all three stories has been pulled from our main YouTube channel, which is just called "MrBallen," and has been…
At 8:00 AM on August 22nd, 1974, a young man named Leo Fung sat on a long bench inside of a public mortuary in Hong Kong.
He was sitting with about a dozen of his closest family members, and they were all facing the front of the room, looking at an open wooden coffin.
Today was her funeral, and it was supposed to be a time for Fung and his family to come together and privately mourn their loss.
But they couldn't do that because they were literally outnumbered by the amount of newspaper reporters who were also in the room, and the reporters were milling around, taking notes, and even taking pictures of the body in the coffin.
And this really upset Fung because in his mind, the reporters were not treating his sister like a person.
They were treating her like, you know, the salacious headline she'd become ever since her death.
So one week earlier, Fung's sister, Fumin, had been found strangled to death in a hotel room in Hong Kong.
She had clearly been murdered, but that was not what had made her case such big news.
Since she didn't have eyelids, it looked like she was staring straight up at the ceiling with these huge glassy eyes, and without lips, it looked like she was baring her teeth in this, this horrible, morbid smile.
But for Fung, and probably the rest of his family, the worst part of all of this was not even, you know, the media attention.
And so as Fung is watching these reporters mill about, treating his sister like she's just some, you know, freak show, and he's thinking about how disrespectful her killer was to her body and how the police seem so incompetent, it made him just so mad.
But there was one thing that did bring him comfort, and that was the fact that he had actually come up with a plan that he believed would help him solve his sister's murder.
Fung sat quietly with his family throughout the funeral service and tried his best to ignore the reporters.
And then finally, when it was time for everybody to say their final goodbyes to his sister, Fung walked up to the front of the room, he reached into the pocket of his jacket, and he pulled out a giant knife.
The next evening on August 23rd, a police officer was doing her regular nighttime patrol through a neighborhood in Hong Kong that was not very far from where Liu Fumin's funeral had been held the day before.
And as this policewoman was walking along, she glanced down an alleyway and she saw something that made her immediately stop in her tracks.
There was a guy who was just laying on the ground, basically laying in this limp heap, and when she walked up to him, she could see there was blood all over him and some of his limbs were twisted and contorted and obviously broken.
At 8:00 AM on August 22nd, 1974, a young man named Leo Fung sat on a long bench inside of a public mortuary in Hong Kong.
He was sitting with about a dozen of his closest family members, and they were all facing the front of the room, looking at an open wooden coffin.
Today was her funeral, and it was supposed to be a time for Fung and his family to come together and privately mourn their loss.
But they couldn't do that because they were literally outnumbered by the amount of newspaper reporters who were also in the room, and the reporters were milling around, taking notes, and even taking pictures of the body in the coffin.
And this really upset Fung because in his mind, the reporters were not treating his sister like a person.
They were treating her like, you know, the salacious headline she'd become ever since her death.
So one week earlier, Fung's sister, Fumin, had been found strangled to death in a hotel room in Hong Kong.
She had clearly been murdered, but that was not what had made her case such big news.
Since she didn't have eyelids, it looked like she was staring straight up at the ceiling with these huge glassy eyes, and without lips, it looked like she was baring her teeth in this, this horrible, morbid smile.
But for Fung, and probably the rest of his family, the worst part of all of this was not even, you know, the media attention.
And so as Fung is watching these reporters mill about, treating his sister like she's just some, you know, freak show, and he's thinking about how disrespectful her killer was to her body and how the police seem so incompetent, it made him just so mad.
But there was one thing that did bring him comfort, and that was the fact that he had actually come up with a plan that he believed would help him solve his sister's murder.
Fung sat quietly with his family throughout the funeral service and tried his best to ignore the reporters.
And then finally, when it was time for everybody to say their final goodbyes to his sister, Fung walked up to the front of the room, he reached into the pocket of his jacket, and he pulled out a giant knife.
The next evening on August 23rd, a police officer was doing her regular nighttime patrol through a neighborhood in Hong Kong that was not very far from where Liu Fumin's funeral had been held the day before.
And as this policewoman was walking along, she glanced down an alleyway and she saw something that made her immediately stop in her tracks.
There was a guy who was just laying on the ground, basically laying in this limp heap, and when she walked up to him, she could see there was blood all over him and some of his limbs were twisted and contorted and obviously broken.
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