Death Certificate

This is a translated article from Koosang Koosom Magazine, written by Ngasai of Samudragarh in Thai and translated by Nye.

This goes back to 1995 (the 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.  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 the date of her death on the certificate.   After Keo finished her death certificate, Kai, Daecha, and I started to write our own death certificates.  To be honest, we weren’t scared at the time or even thought that this might jinx us in any way.  We just thought it was something fun to do at the time.

Time passed, and nothing terrible 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 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 exact date that she wrote on her death certificate made from the white cloth.  This happened twice; not a 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 that 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 passed, I was very fearful because the last person to die was 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 asking around and found out from Kai’s brother where that white cloth came from.

The white cloth covered a female corpse that got hit by a car.  Kai took the fabric, 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 fabric.  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 fabric for forgiveness and begged her,

“I don’t want to die.  I still have worries and have to look after my elderly mom and dad.  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 following day I told my mom and dad that I would like to become a monk for 1 punsa to donate merit to a female spirit that I promised.  While I was a monk, the day 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 returned to my everyday life and work.  I will never forget what happened.  The stupidity of fun and daring caused me to lose my 3 best friends.


  1. Oh boy, did that just gave me the chills. That is scary and it is not something that an individual should ever mess with. It is sad that she/he had to lose her friends due to a naive thing they did. If only they knew earlier to merit they 3 would of survive from the first incident. I miss reading your stories. Thank you for this creepy translation. 🙂

    • Hi Lala, I’m happy to hear that you like the story. It’s creepy to think that they had done this and not think anything of it. I have seen teenagers hanging out in the cemetery and this creep me out.

  2. It’s so rare that I get the chills from reading peoples’ blogs – even when that’s their intent – but this is an amazing story.

    • Hi Barbara, thanks for reading. This is a real life story that the writer submitted his story to the magazine. I think the magazine checked the authenticity of the story before they published. It gave me chills when I translated it also.

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