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This is a translated article from Koosang Koosom Magazine, written by Udsany in Thai Language, translated by Nye.
Around 1987 (Thai year 2530) I became very sick and didn’t know what was wrong with me, one minute I was chilly and the next burning up. I took over-the-counter drug and it would never go away and at that time I was extremely busy at work and didn’t have time to visit a doctor.
Until 4-5 days had passed and I still didn’t feel any better. I decided to go to my family doctor at the hospital and thought I would rest there for several days until I feel better, then return back to my hectic work schedule. I saw the doctor, and they ran some tests. He gave me medicine to take and checked me into room 415 on the 4th floor, which is a special room.
The first day I was at the hospital my husband, friends and relatives came to visit and left that evening, some stayed until 7 pm (19:00 hrs). After that I laid in bed until midnight. I’m normally a night owl and would go to bed around 1 am, but this time I tossed and turned and could go to sleep until 4 am. I finally dozed off for about 10 minutes. I was half-awake and haft-asleep, and something told me to look at the foot of the bed. When my vision came into focus an old Chinese lady appeared (referred to as Aasim in Thai language.) She looked like she was around 65-70 year old and dressed in a Chinese outfit, and wore a Chinese bun hairstyle. By the way she dressed you could tell that she came from a well to do family and looked very kind and started to laugh “he he he he.”
My six sense told me that this was not a person but a spirit, and while I was digesting what I saw, Aasim was on top of me the next minute. Her face was only an inch away from my face and was laughing “he he he he” and shaking her head side to side and said,
“I come to live with you!”
I screamed out loud “No, you can’t live with me.” My six sense told me that if I let her, then she will take over my body and what would I do then. I got very scared and tried to push her body away but she was as heavy as a big bolder and wouldn’t budge. Plus she was shaking her head side to side and laughed in my face and kept repeating “I come to live with you….”
Then a word came into my head, “Portuktiong”, a Chinese organization and I thought of something to say to her.
“Don’t come to live with me. As soon as I get out from the hospital I will make merit for you and offer the good deed to Aasim in room 415 of this hospital at Portuktiong, which I have gone and help them make a funeral merit there all the time.”
After I said that I tried to push her again and this time with little attempt and her body appeared at the foot of my bed again. The laughter and happiness on her face also vanished.
At that time it was around 5am and I couldn’t go back to sleep. I laid there and waited for the nurse to come wipe my body around 6 in the morning. After the nurse finished her job, I then asked her if someone had died in this room.
“No one.” the nurse replied.
“There must be.” I argued with her.
“How did you know?” The nurse looked frightful.
“I know, you tell me first and I will tell you what I saw last night.” I tried to bargain with her.
The nurse replied, “There was an old Chinese lady that passed away about 4-5 months ago. Did you see her? Are you afraid? If you are then we can change room for you.”
“It’s okay, thank you. I will stay in this room.” I then told the nurse of what I saw last night and as soon as I was done telling, the nurse asked me gain if I want to move to another room. I insisted that I want to stay in this room because I’m not one to be afraid of ghost. But just don’t come in a ghostly form with smeared face and all, I certainly couldn’t handle that.
The next night, I opened my pray book and read several verses and even offered merit to Aasim. I slept well that night and stayed at the hospital until I got better and went home and back to work. I asked one of the girls in the office to visit Portuktiong and make merit for “Aasim in room 415 at Hospital…”
I swear that this is 100% true story.
This is a translated article from Koosang Koosom Magazine, written by J.K/Chiang Mai in Thai Language, translated by Nye.
The story that I’m about to tell you was a true story that happened many years ago in the province I was born and raised. Back in the days before we had the modern conveniences such as running water, and only the rich had their own private well water. So the community well was where people meet morning and evening.
One morning a shocking news spread like wildfire when someone found Pi Noy (Pi for female means older sister) that lived at the end of the street was murdered by the community well. I heard from the elders that she was raped and strangled to death. Since it happened in a small town and the law was not that strict back then. The police came to investigate a couple of days after the incident, and since her family was poor, her mom had a small funeral for her and there were no autopsy done nor further investigation.
Of course her death was a big thing in our small province and no one dare use the community well again. We had to buy water from those that have private well for usage, and as for drinking water we had to wait and collect from the rain falls.
A month had passed and the police still have not made any arrest and we didn’t know who killed Pi Noy. There were rumors that Pi Noy’s spirit was still around, especially early morning when someone saw a lady walking around the community well and when they went to look there were no one there. She made her appearances often that no one dare go near the well again.
As time passed the story of Pi Noy died down. We had an annual festival in our community and many young people that went to work in the city came back home to visit. One morning someone found 2 brothers by the well. It was Pi Kham (Pi for male means older brother) and Pi Keo, and both were the son of Loung Dum that just returned from Bangkok. Both were found by the community well, Pi Kham was not breathing but Pi Keo was still breathing and by the look of it he must have passed out. After he gained his conscious, he talked nonsense, and was frightened. It took him several days before he was back to his normal self.
Pi Keo confessed that several months back her saw his brother, Pi Kham raped Pi Noy by the well. By the time he got there Pi Noy was not breathing. Pi Keo was scared and worried about his brother and it appeared as if he was on the lookout for his brother. When Pi Kham came to his senses, he was shocked that Pi Noy was dead. Both left for Bangkok that same day and since the two brothers were good people no one suspected that it was them. Until the news had died down and they returned home, and this happened.
Pi Keo said that that day Pi Kham went by the community well. He saw and followed. He called for Pi Kham but no replied. And when he got closer to the well, the image that he saw was exactly the same image as what Pi Kham did to Pi Noy but this time Pi Noy was on top of Pi Kham’s body. And when she turned his way her face was pale white, eyes bloodshot and lips dark green. Pi Keo was in shocked , scared and fainted. Not sure how long he had passed out, and woke up when he heard someone calling his name.
After we heard the story from Pi Keo, we all thought that Pi Noy must have wanted to revenge and waited for Pi Kham to come back. The strangest thing was that after Pi Kham died no one have heard nor seen a lady by the community well again. The well water was cleared and full again, but of course no one dare go use the water. Many years have passed and modern convenience made its way to our province, which includes running water. The story finally faded as time passed.
This is a translated article from Koosang Koosom Magazine, written by Ngasai of Samudragarh in Thai Language, translated by Nye.
This goes back to 1995 (Thai year 2538), even though it happened almost 20 years ago but I will never forget the incident. At that time 3 of my friends, Kai, Keo and Daecha were college students at one of the Art Universities out of state. We were best friends, and would party and hang out together all the time. We all stayed at the dorm right behind the University.
One day during our senior year, Kai brought a white cloth (use to cover a corpse) to show us and said,
“Why don’t we use this cloth to write our own death certificate?”
This might sound bizarre to an ordinary person, or even give you chills, but we were like teenagers and at the time it sounded fun and daring. Then Keo finally agreed,
“Okay, I’ll be the first one to write.”
As soon as she finished saying that, she started to cut the white cloth into a size of a death certificate and started to write her name, last name and also the date of her death on the certificate. After Keo had finished with her death certificate, then Kai, Daecha and I started to write our own death certificates. To be honest, we weren’t scare at the time or even thought that this might jinx us in anyway. We just thought it was something fun to do at the time.
Time passed and nothing bad had happened until we all graduated. Then one day Keo drowned, which should never have happened because she was a good swimmer. Someone found her body in the lake near her house. We all went to her funeral and another strange thing was that her funeral was on the same day as the date that she wrote on her death certificate made from the white cloth years ago. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but then something strange happened again the second time.
Kai, one of our friends got hit by a truck, and the day that she died was the same date that she wrote on her death certificate made from the white cloth. This happened twice, not coincidence anymore, Daecha and I got really scared. The next victim will be Daecha, then myself for sure. Daecha was so afraid and tried to stay inside his house. He didn’t go anywhere when that day was approaching. He was so stressed out and even while he was sleeping at home death came to visit him. Daecha died from brain aneurysms and it was on the same day that he wrote on his death certificate made from the white cloth.
I couldn’t believe that Daecha died because of this, he was so healthy and took good care of himself.
After all 3 of my best friends died one after another, this made me very fearful because the last person to die is me. And only 1 month away from the day that I wrote on my death certificate made from that white cloth. I was afraid to die, I started to ask around and found out from Kai’s brother of where that white cloth came from.
The white cloth was used to cover a female corpse that got hit by a car. Kai took the cloth and she thought it would be fun to play with it. The cloth was not stained with blood because it was on top of another cloth. After I found out where the cloth of the death certificate came from, I lit an incense stick and asked the owner of the white cloth for forgiveness and begged her,
“I don’t want to die. I still have worries and have to look after my mom and dad that are old. I apologize for trespassing and please forgive me.”
And that night as I was half-awake half-asleep I saw a lady. Her face was pale and expressionless. She said in a slow and soft voice.
“You don’t want to go live with your friends?”
I immediately replied,
“I will become a monk for 1 punsa (1 year) and donate the merit to you, please don’t take my life.”
A smile appeared on her face and she said,
“Don’t forget to keep your promise.”
The next morning I told my mom and dad that I will become a monk for 1 punsa to donate merit to a female spirit that I have made a promise. While I was a monk, the day that I wrote on my death certificate came and I survived.
I remained a monk for 1 punsa as I had promised. After that I left the temple and went back to my normal life and work till this day. I will never forget of what happened. It was just for fun and daring that caused me to lose my 3 best friends.
This is a translated article from Koosang Koosom Magazine, written by Roongrath of Kanchanaburi in Thai Language, translated by Nye.
I bought a house (still making payment) hoping that I will live there after I retire. Across the street lived a 50s year old thin male with a dark complexion, he was there before I bought the house. Every time I came to stay on my day off, I‘ve often seen him watering his plants or feeding his dog. I noticed that he often looked my way and tried to make small talk.
Until the past Songkran festival (Thai New Year), he was drunk and had the courage to walk over and gave me 3 cartons of salted eggs as a gift. After talking to him I found out that he took an early retirement because he had kidney failure. He had to have a kidney dialysis every week, so I blurt out and asked him the obvious.
“Then why are you drinking? Please stop, otherwise you might go to sleep and not wake up.”
He said that he was heartbroken. His wife left him, she took off with a car and 20 Rai (7.9 Acres) of land that she tricked him into giving it to her. I then gave him a pep talk.
“We have to love ourselves first, money and personal processions are just material things that we could get later, but our health should always come first.”
I would stay at the house during my day off, and he seemed happy to have me as his neighbor. I often stood on my side of the street to talk to him and had never invited him inside since I live alone, my husband passed away. And I had never gone inside his house even though I received numerous invitations, whether to meet his siblings or relatives that visited him from Pak Tai but I managed to politely turn down the offer each time.
Until the end of July 2011, he came over and said, “Would you be my girlfriend? You don’t have to work, just come help take care of me. I can support you, I have about 100 Rai (39.5 Acres) of rubber farm.”
I replied back, “You should give yourself time, you might think that I’m the right person today, and this might change tomorrow. There are no certain things in life, you should not make a quick decision like this.”
As for me, I only think of him as one of my neighbors, and nothing more.
On July 31, 2011, this time he came inside my gate and asked me to marry him. It was on a Sunday, he said to me “Please promise me that you will because tomorrow morning I’m going to see a doctor.” I didn’t know what to say and replied back, “I’ll go visit you at the hospital.” And from what I understand, after the kidney analysis he would stay at the hospital at least 1-2 days.
The beginning of August I was so busy at work that I didn’t have a chance to go back home until Saturday August 6th. I went over to his house, it was locked and I thought he might be staying at the hospital like normal. I went back home to clean my house and after I finished I sat down on the sofa. I was so sleepy, this never happened to me before and I normally don’t take a nap in the afternoon. As I was about to fall asleep, I thought I saw someone standing in front of my house. I tried to fight my drowsiness and looked at the front. I saw him standing there. He looked so sad, and bitter. He stood there holding 3 cartons of salted eggs, both of his wrists were tied with white strings. When I was about to get up to go talk to him, he was gone.
I thought it was strange, I walked over to his house and saw that there were many people there. Normally his relatives were pretty noisy when they visited him, a lot of chit-chat and laughter. But today they were very quiet and when his brother saw me he came over. He said,
“Phee Sak passed away (Phee means older brother in Thai) . He passed away on August 2nd, and his body is in Surat. Will you be attending his funeral? The viewing is every night until the 10th.”
I was speechless and didn’t have a chance to say anything. All of a sudden his dog started to howling and wagging his tail at the same time. One of his relatives saw the dog’s reaction and said “Phee Sak must have come to get his things.”
His brother said that right before he passed away, he complained and said, “Nong Roong (my name) was mean. She promised that she would come and visit but she never did. I’ve been waiting for her for 2 nights now.” Then around 10 pm (22:00) that night he passed away.
August 14, 2011, I came back home like normal and spoke to the next door neighbor who Khoon Sak (Khoon means Mr. in Thai) often asked her to look after his dog and cat while he was at the hospital. She told me the things that happened before she knew that he had passed away. She said,
“One morning I walked over to see his dog, and thought it was kind of strange to see his bowl empty. It was odd that Khoon Sak didn’t feed him, I thought I heard him cooking for the dog the night before.
Then later someone saw him walking in front of his house in the rain. He was walking back and forth, like he was thinking about something and that person walked over to talk to him. His body started to vanish right in front of that person. The next morning people started talking that he passed away. At that time I thought they were crazy and even argued with them that Khoon Sak was home cooking every night. Then the person that saw him asked if I’ve seen him during the day time. After giving some thought, what that person said was true.
It bothered me so bad that I decided to call his number but his brother answered the phone and said that Khoon Sak passed away. He will come by to pickup his brother’s personal belonging in the next 4-5 days and will also pickup the dog. He had asked if I could look after the house for him.”
At the end I didn’t have a chance to attend his funeral and ask for forgiveness that I’ve never visited him at the hospital like I had promised. But I do have good feeling for him and that will never change. I think people are strange, when the person is still alive we might find them annoying, but once they are gone we can’t help but feel sad. I guess human are not stone and statue, we all have feeling, please know this Khoon Somsak.
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