
This is a translated article from Koosang Koosom Magazine, written by Maenompeth in Thai Language, translated by Nye.
My boyfriend is a musician, he works at a nightclub (refer to as Coffee shop in Thai language) of a Four Star hotel. His gig is to play the piano, sing and turn on a computer karaoke machine according to guest’s requests. He has been working here for about 2 months now, I on the other hand would come by to hang out about 2 to 3 times since he has been there, so the workers and female singers know me well.
One day my boyfriend had to run a very important errand in another town and couldn’t make it back to work on time, he was scheduled to work 19:00 – 02:00 (7 pm – 2 am). He called to ask if I could get things ready for him, he might get back around midnight. So I went in and punched his card for him, turned on the stage lights, checked the stereo system to see if everything is in working order. We didn’t want to pay someone else to do this, plus the hotel don’t mind and I’ve done this for him before.
That night, many things seemed strange, the atmosphere was somewhat eerie, and there were only a few guests and 2 female singers there. Needless to say, it was very boring and by 10 pm, the computer karaoke machine quit working. I tried to fix with no success, and they couldn’t continue to sing since I don’t know how to play the piano. As for the guests, there were only one table left and they finally left shortly after that. The two female singers left also, let just say that that night we quit working before the end of the shift. I started to put things away and wait for my boyfriend to pick me up.
After everything was done, I turned off the stage lights, and there were only 3 dim lights left in the nightclub. I went to sit on the sofa and wait, glanced down at my watch and it was after midnight. I thought that my boyfriend might be on his way, so I got up to go use the restroom that’s located behind the stage. When I got closer to the lady’s restroom, I froze and couldn’t move, I had goose bumps when I heard someone crying. The sound came from the last stall of the restroom.
I tried to listen, who could it be that’s crying? She sounded so hauntingly sad, and to think that all the female singers were gone, and other workers all sat at the lobby, the cooks were dozing off by the counter in front of the kitchen.
So who could it be, and why is she crying here?
I felt uneasy, scared. It was eerie, so I left without using the restroom. I walked back toward the sofa, as I was approaching, I heard the same cry coming from that direction. It was very peculiar, how could that same person have walked faster than me, a minute ago she was still in the restroom. I looked in the direction of that voice, who could it be? And where is she?
In the shadow, I saw a silhouette of a lady, she was wearing a long white evening dress. She sat on the sofa, covering her face with her hands and cried as if she was dying. I inched closer to have a better look, I felt numb and confused by what I saw when she looked up at me. The light that shines on her face, I thought I was going to have a heart attack, OMG!
I saw a pale face, as white as a sheet of paper, she had dark rims around her eyes, but the tears that ran down her cheeks were red.
Yes, it was the color of blood. And she was staring at me, she was upset and wanted revenged! I was so scared, I screamed and fell down on the floor, I fainted.
I’m not sure how long time has lapsed, I became conscious again, and was surrounded by the hotel staffs. My boyfriend was holding Vick tube over my nose trying to revive me back. When I came to my senses, I asked him to take me home and on the way, I didn’t say a word.
After we got home, I told him of what I heard, what I saw, and I swear that I didn’t make anything up, I saw it with my own eyes. My boyfriend said that him and others had seen her before, but never this close encounter like me. Also, no one is afraid of her since the lady in white that I saw was once a singer there.
It was not too long ago that this happened. There was a male singer that used to work there, he’s good looking and flirtatious. He was seeing this girl, a very nice girl, and serious about their relationship. She later found out that he was married and has kids, he broke up with her. She was so upset that she took one sleeping pills too many, and never woke up.
The next day, it finally dawned on me as to why the ghost singer was staring at me like that, that image still haunts me to this day. That night, while I was getting things ready, I found a microphone that had a hand written note on it, “for singer”, and I thought it belonged to my boyfriend and used it. It quit working, so I put it in my purse to bring it back home for my boyfriend to fix. Truth is, the microphone belonged to her and she personally bought it herself and the only other person that can use it was that male singer. I guess when he left, he must have forgot to take the microphone with him.
She must have wanted her microphone back, it was the only thing that she had that was shared with that male singer. The next day my boyfriend and I took the microphone to Wat (Buddhist Temple) and offered it to the monk. We performed a merit making ceremony for her.
Since that incident, whenever I see a female singer dressed in white, I get goose bumps every time.






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March 13, 2010 at 5:43 pm
hleemoua
wow, this story is creepy. im getting chills sitting alone at home and reading this story… i love reading the ghost stories you translate.
March 14, 2010 at 2:53 am
Nye
Thanks hleemoua, I’ll try my best to translate more. It’s kind of creepy, it would freak me out also if I were to see one like this.
March 13, 2010 at 11:23 pm
salalao
pretty interesting not that scary, i’m currently watch roag ram pee on channel 5 I thought it going to be scary but it not . I love thai horror movie and story keep up the translation:)
March 14, 2010 at 2:57 am
Nye
salalao, I’ve not seen Roag Ram Pee yet, it sounds kind of scary. I always feel funny staying at hotel, must be all the impressions that the previous guests left behind, and to think that there are ghosts also, kind of creepy.
March 15, 2010 at 3:20 am
saptami
A Very Well translated story. Keep up the good work. I’m both scared and fascinated with ghost stories. So hope to find some more from you.
God Bless.
March 15, 2010 at 7:33 am
Nye
Hi saptami, thanks for your comment and visit. I translate whenever I have enough time so bear with me, but I do have plenty more to keep me busy for a long time.
March 15, 2010 at 5:11 pm
shadow
now now, dont try to scared me like that
i’m really chicken when it come to night
i’m going to japan this summer for study abroad and i have to stay at a hotel for the four weeks that i’m going to be there. this make me feel a little uneasy
March 16, 2010 at 9:05 am
Nye
Shadow, I always stay at a hotel with family so it was not that bad. One time I was out of town and had to stay 2 nights for an exam, the hotel was a part of the convention and it was kind of scary. I kept thinking of the people that went there to commit suicide which we hear all the time.
As you can see that I have a very active imagination, and I didn’t get much sleep and left the lights on all night. It’s kind of funny that this came from a person that likes to translate ghost stories.
March 17, 2010 at 1:13 pm
pnlis
lol, wow.
I guess sometime we just have to keep those things out of our mind
March 17, 2010 at 6:46 pm
Nye
pnlis, thanks for your visit and comment. I know what you mean, but it seems like most people have their own ghost story to tell. I’m all ears
March 21, 2010 at 5:44 pm
Cambree
This story is creepy! I hope I never experience anything like that.
I don’t really mind staying in hotels too much. But I do leave the lights on too. Plus I’m more afraid of someone trying to break in when I’m asleep than anything else.
March 22, 2010 at 12:28 am
Nye
Cambree, I’m just glad that I don’t have to travel by myself very often, and there is no place like home.
There is another story that I didn’t translate, a man stayed at a hotel that got hit by the tsunami several years back, and he heard a shower at night, he went to check and it was on full blast. If that were me, I don’t think I would stay another night, might have checked out that night.
April 12, 2010 at 9:49 am
Zeddicus
I read this comment and was struck by some of the similarities I have. I kept thinking of the people that went there to commit suicide in every hotel room I slept in. Before I count the sheep, I begin to hide under the sheets, then curl into a tight fetal position. So tight you can’t fit an bed bug in there.
The sweats under the sheets are like a giant monsoon rain. I turn on every light in the room I can find, even the bathroom lights. My calm buddy sleeping 2 inches from me urge me to shut the lights. After a long talk I finally just left the bathroom lights on, but turn them on whenever I can. In my nightmare comes a pale face lady in a white nightgown with tears of blood floating towards my bed. She would torture me mentally like no other experience (as she magically burns out the bulbs in the room.) I knew I had a phobia that is getting in the way of living. Ashamed, I told no one. I’m speaking out now because I want to help others with this problem. I thought I was the only one acting like this until Nye’s comment.
Today, the phobias is completely cured. I get good dreams of funny, fat chickens eating lots of worms. The solution to this was to understand how and why ghost exist. They exist when our thought are mostly of fear. By thinking of love (love of everything) before bedtime, which is the opposite of fear, they can’t exist where we are.
April 13, 2010 at 1:27 pm
Nye
Hi Zeddicus, I often think that our dreams or nightmares are a product of our incomplete thoughts. But in your situation, the hotel room that you stayed at might be haunted. The lady ghost in white might have a ghost phobia radar detector or something, Lao people would say that you have a weak soul. Those that have a strong soul normally don’t see ghost spirit or not easily hypnotized. But I think like every phobia, you can train yourself to overcome the fear. As much as I like to read or translate a ghost story, I don’t like to watch horror film, I think I’m too afraid because I can’t get the images out of my mind.
We stayed at a hotel in VA 2 years ago and my younger sister saw a little boy ran into the wall, she instantly asked if I saw him also, which I didn’t. I kind of feel that they’re living among us, but we can’t see them, only the fortunate ones with six senses can, or some that have six senses might think that they are the unfortunate ones.
April 3, 2010 at 10:46 am
mozemoua
I should had used the restroom first! LOL This is a real creepy story! I love reading such stories, but I am weak, I hate the outcome of it!
April 4, 2010 at 2:17 am
Nye
mozemoua, I like this one, kind of creepy. It’s about time for me to translate another ghost story.
April 12, 2010 at 10:01 am
Zeddicus
It is strange that I’m not afraid of ghost stories like I use to. The first time hearing it was exciting and entertaining. My grandmother would tell me not to talk about ghost stories because by talking about them they will come. But ghost stories are fun because good ghost stories fights boredom. Because boredom can lead to disease.
My parents would tell that whenever we come across a crying ghost, be courteous and take the opportunity to tell them to go to the light or go be born into something good. That is your good deed of the day. They are either lost, trapped or wandering. We should help them instead of running away as though we saw a ghost. They are either spirits, lower astroplane demons, or imprints. These things would leak into our dimension even though nature will try to prevent these leaks from occurring into our vision, especially to people with psychic vision. But leaks do occur and are grow bigger by our thoughts. They feed on negative thoughts because they are almost always negative entities. I believe their are lots of good ghost that help us along our life. But we should ask our guardian angel for help instead of asking ghosts. Our guardian angle are positive beings and can be mistaken for ghost because they will follow us around and try to hide from us. Some would see them in the corner of their eyes.
People who commit suicide can get stuck in the negative plane for a very long time. In those plane they are poked and prodded by entities of the lower plane and the victim will suffer a great ordeal from these negative beings. I feel sorry for the Irish girl that commit suicide from her frustration from being bullied in school recently. To anyone who might consider suicide should consider that you might end up in a far worse place than you are now. Being in a physical form of a human being is a beautiful thing to be no matter what you have and how hard life is. It’s how you make of it that will make it beautiful. Be around people that make you feel right.
April 13, 2010 at 7:02 pm
Nye
Zeddicus, I think how we perceive ghost story has to be cultural, like most Buddhists, we were taught that ghosts appear before us because they need our help and it’s their way of communicating to us. Since they come in a different form than what we are used to seeing, then it’s very frightening to most of us. But for the Western culture, ghost movies show us that ghost can hurt or even kill us. Regardless of how we view ghost, ghost story is meant to be entertaining, and it is more so to some than others. I have to admit that I translate ghost stories because I find the whole dimension interesting and also entertaining at the same time, I know many share my view.
Most religions preach against suicide, but some took an easy way out. I think it has to be very scary entering into another dimension before your time, no telling how long you would be stuck there, and not to mention that some religion said it’s for eternity. No matter how hard life is, I swear it won’t kill you.