This is a translated article from Koosang Koosom Magazine, written by Sao Major from Rangsit/Pathum Thani province in the Thai Language, translated by Nye.
Continued from Dead Before Arrival: Part I – The Accident
Nin’s body was placed on the funeral pyre at one of the temples (Wat), and in Issan provinces, the funeral pyre and the actual furnace for cremation are different locations. And the body that dies a violent death (dtaai hohng) is not allowed to be brought back to the house; the elders said it’s not appropriate. I’ve heard rumors that you could hear movement sounds from the coffin late at night. On the day of her cremation, my friends came to ask me to go with them, so I went. I didn’t know her personally, but I wanted to go see.
During the ceremony of placing dok mai jan on the body (artificial flowers used during a funeral), they opened the casket for people to view the body and for family and relatives to say a final farewell. When it was time to move the coffin into the furnace, they couldn’t lift nor even move it. The picture of Nin that sat in front of the casket fell to the floor and shattered to pieces. Suddenly, the sky became dark and threatened with rain clouds. Then the sky opened. It rained so hard, and everyone was frightened by what was happening. My friends and I hurdled into a group hug and started to cry because we were so scared. I wanted to go home but couldn’t until it stopped raining. It finally let up, and the ceremony continued. They could lift the casket this time, and everything went well.
When I got home, I told the story to my family. The elders believe that it was because Nin died a sudden death. She didn’t know that she was dead and wasn’t prepared. Nin was worried about those that she had left behind. She didn’t want to go, and that night I saw her ghost.
She looked so sad and was crying the tears of blood. The blood came out from her eyes, mouth, and nose and the most frightening thing was that her head fell off and rolled to my feet. I was so scared and couldn’t sleep that night; the image was so vivid that I could see it even when I closed my eyes.
The following day I went to the temple to offer merit (Tum Boun) to Nin and told the monk what had happened. He explained that she wanted to communicate, for me to know and see, but had no intention of harming me.
The following night I dreamed of her, and this time she said, “Thank you for offering merit. I feel lonely and don’t have any friends. I can’t go back home and have no place to go. I’m doing the only thing now is watching people passing by.”
Nin asked me to tell her mom and relatives to put up a spirit house at the curve where she had the accident because she has no place to stay. And the reason that Nin appeared in front of me and came into my dream was that we shared the same birthday, date, month, and year. The only difference was the time of our birth, and this might be why it’s easier for her to communicate with me. I saw her date of birth written by her photo at the funeral; she was born on the same day as me.
I went to tell Nin’s mom, and she listened and did as asked. I’ve heard that some would see her late at night by her spirit house and even smile at them. This would scare the pants off anyone.
I hope that Nin will move on to her next life, not like now living as a wandering ghost. Nin’s mom came to ask me to join her at the temple for merit-making (Tum Boun) for Nin. She asked a spirited person, “kon song” (the medium that communicates with a ghost spirit), to see how Nin was doing. She replied that she still has sin and has to stay at that spot because it’s not her time yet. Her mom started to cry and lit incense sticks to tell Nin not to worry and that if she wanted anything, just let her know. As for her boyfriend, he decided to become a monk to offer merit to her and has no intention of leaving the life of monkshood. Since that day, I have not seen or dreamed of Nin again. She must be happy by now, and I wish her well on her journey.
Nye Noonaz 
I wish her as well. Still so young and can’t move on to her next life. Though we see it as a scary thing or moment in our life, there’s some out there that are good and are no harm to us. This story is also a big lesson to those to be more careful of their driving and no drag racing. Thank you for this wonderful article. I hope to see more of these interesting stories, thank you once and again.
Hi Lala, most of my translated ghost stories are ghost stories but this one we see the transition and this allows us to view it differently. I think it’s so tragic for some to die so young and it could have been prevented. This made us think twice about who we get in the car with, something that appears fun could turn tragic in a split of a second. I’m glad that you find some life lesson in this story.
hi Nye, At least the second part of your tale is all about her soul’s rest. Do hope she’ll rest in peace. Cheers always!
Hi jam, it’s interesting to see the transition of this one and sad to see that we think to give offering after they passed away. I hope people will realize that the giving is best to offer while they are still alive, and the joy of life is living.
Thanks for the good read, Nye!
Jeffrey, thanks for reading.