Ghost of the Haunted Apartment

This is a translated article from Koosang Koosom Magazine, written by Naruemon of Ayutthaya in the Thai Language and translated by Nye.

At the beginning of 2007 (Buddhist era year 2550), I moved from a studio in Don Muang to the Saphan Mai area.  It was a 4-story apartment, and there were 4 buildings.  The buildings looked really old. They must have been at least several decades old.  I’ve decided to rent room 43 on the third floor of the second building. It was the last room on that floor, and I couldn’t help but wonder why the rooms next to this were vacant.  It must have been at least 3-4 rooms empty at the time.  The rent was cheap, only 1000 Baht ($33.38) per month, and why is it still vacant?  I was just curious, but I didn’t ponder anymore after that.  As a matter of fact, this was actually a good thing. It saved me a lot of money.

The first day I moved in, I was so tired, and after I finished unpacking, I went straight to bed. I’m not sure how long I slept. I was suddenly awakened when I heard a lady’s voice calling me.  I was so sleepy, then I saw a lady figure appear.  She had a dark complexion.  Her long hair pulled back into a messy ponytail.  She wore a green Hawaiian printed blouse and a cream floral sihn (long tubular skirt).

It was her voice that woke me up.

“Wake up, Wake up now!”

She didn’t just blast those words at me but dragged the mattress that I was sleeping on. She spun it around the room and demanded that I leave her room.

“This is my room, and this is where I sleep.  How did you get in here and sleep?  Go…get out of my room now!”

By the look of her facial expression, I knew she wasn’t a happy camper.  I was in shock. I couldn’t get up even though I wanted to run away.  She continued to shout at me.

“My bed! Why are you sleeping here?  Get out…Now!”

My mattress was sitting on the floor, and from her dragging and spinning the mattress a few minutes ago, she started to pull my legs until I fell off the mattress.  I tried to fight her off and had enough strength to get up and ran over to turn on the lights. My heart was pounding, and I had goosebumps and trembling. I was scared out of my mind.

After the light came on, she was gone.  I started to say my prayer asking for protection from the lord.  I didn’t dare go back to sleep and sat from 2 am to 3 after.  I was so sleepy, also exhausted from the day before.  The place was dead silent, not even with a sound of a car passing by.  I couldn’t fight the drowsiness any longer and went back to sleep with the lights on.  I thought that the ghost won’t show herself with the lights on.

I thought wrong.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I wasn’t even asleep. She started to drag and spin the mattress around the room.

“Get out! Get out!  This is my bed.  Why are you sleeping here?  Get out! Get out!”

I tried to scream for help, but no word came out of my mouth.  I couldn’t get up either.  It was pure torture, and she wouldn’t let me get up.  She spun my mattress faster and faster.  And finally vanished when the 4 am alarm clock went off. Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep that night.

The following day I went to work exhausted since I didn’t get any sleep. I was worried and kept thinking of what I will do tonight.  As soon as I got home that evening, I turned on all the lights. I was scared and wasn’t sure if I should go to sleep for fear that she might come back again.  I stayed up until midnight, then 1 am, and finally, I couldn’t fight the drowsiness anymore and drifted off to sleep.  I must have slept for less than 10 minutes, then she showed up in the same outfit and spoke in the same tone as the night before.

“This is my bed.  I don’t want you to sleep here, get out!”

She then spun my mattress around the room.  The incident happened just like the night before.  During the 3-4 days I stayed at the apartment, I faced the same torture every night and didn’t get much sleep.  I couldn’t stand it any longer and decided to ask the building security guard.  He was an old man, and I wondered if someone had died in that room.  He was startled by my question and wouldn’t even look me in the eye.  He said,

“No, no one has died. You should go buy an offering flower wreath to pay respect to the spirit house and ask the guardian angel to protect you.”

Spirit House photo from my Laos Trip in November 2008

This made me even more curious. I had to find out the truth. That night I took his advice and bought an offering wreath to pay respect to the spirit house and went back to my room to sleep.  It was rather strange, she didn’t show up and try to chase me away like the previous nights.

The following day, I found the truth from a lady who rented the first building.  She said that my room was rented to a middle-aged woman several months back. She lived by herself and passed away of an unknown cause. No one knew that she had passed away until her body started to decompose, and they smelled a foul odor coming from her room. The building caretaker opened her door and found her body.  Not long after that, the tenants next door to her started to move out. The people who lived next door to her would hear strange noises coming from her room.  It sounded like someone was living there.  They heard running water as if someone was showering, pots and pans banging like someone was cooking in the kitchen, and coughing and laughing.  Her neighbors got scared and moved out.  I was the first one to move in after the incident, and it happened to be her room, and I saw her face to face.

After I found out the truth, I couldn’t stay there any longer and had to say bye since I didn’t want to sleep on top of someone, especially one that was so protective of her living quarter.


  1. This is very spooky!

    I usually go with my gut feelings when I’m staying at new places. And if I’m by myself I would say a prayer and recite a few Buddhist words too… just to keep the negative energy away.

    • Cambree, I would hang a Buddha statue around my neck for protection, I have to remember to take this with me on our next trip. I certainly don’t want to write my own ghost story yet. 🙂

  2. Oh, my! I don’t know how she can deal with it for days. I would of definitely ran out the first night that happened. In addition, that is spooky to hear like someone is present there when actually there is no one. Give me goosebumps! It is also sad how nobody know how she pass away or what happened to her or what exactly caused her death. She deserves peace and be sent to where she belong. In just my thoughts, Naruemon must have a really strong soul to not feel any presence at that time, because usually you’ll definitely feel it if that person does not like you to be in their home. Scary! Thank you so much for the new story, Nye! I appreciate it! Can’t wait to read more, keep it coming! 😀

    • Hi Lala, I think I would be like her, I would be scared but want to stick around and see at the same time. 🙂 I always feel that we live side by side with the dead, I must be pretty nice and have not pissed off any soul yet. 🙂

      • I agree, that’s true as well. Who knows, that person might wanted you to help them or send a message to their love one and if you just ran away that person would of lose hope. I also feel like that as well and that’s what my mom always tell us. She always tell us that aren’t we scare that when we go out to the nightlife they are everywhere but we just don’t see them. Also my mom likes scaring us that when we are dancing in the dance floor in the club/bar they are dancing with us as well but we just don’t know or see them. It creeps me out, when I think about it, but to not just think about it I drift myself away in the nightlife fun. 🙂

        • Hi Lala, your mom has a great idea about scaring you guys, you wouldn’t even know if you could see one dancing next to you. I bet you could capture them on film, but then with fast dance movements and low lighting everyone would look like a ghost in picture since it will most likely come out blurry, j/k. 🙂 I do share your mom concern, many drink and drive and made me wonder where their spirits go if not back to the dance floor. You could be rubbing shoulders with them, goosebumps just thinking about it.

          • Lol, that is why I try not think about it when I’m out or I’ll spook myself out by thinking that I see things, but it just gives me the creep and goosbumps by just visualizing what you said. I too wonder where they go or if they just stay wondering there forever. Thank you once and again 😉

            • Lala, you are welcome. I’m a night-owl but not a nightlife type of person. I guess if you ever run into one, just say hi. 🙂

  3. The apartment owner needs to do a spiritual cleanse of the place. Bring in some Buddhist monks to tell them to move on and see the light.

    I heard a Lao family moved to a new home built on Indian burial site and heard noises all the time. Doors slamming, kitchen noises in the middle of the night. They eventually did a spiritual cleansing and all is fine now. 🙂

    • Cambree, my mom did a small ritual for us when we moved into our house. I think most of us feel that a spiritual cleanse means asking the spirit to leave, but I feel that it’s a way to communicate and ask if we could live together harmoniously. I feel that they are still there, but just not try to get attention like before.

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