Camping at Wat

Back in 2007, I thought about camping at Wat (Temple) Cemetery and at the time my family thought it was a crazy idea. I didn’t think so, and since I like to translate ghost stories, I thought it would be nice to write about my own experience.  I can tell you right now, even if a ghost tapped me on my shoulder I would not know it.  This is so true and obvious based on the story that I am about to tell you.

We camped at Wat this year, and our generator quit working the first day we got there.  We aren’t used to rough camping, but we weren’t too worry since we had a camping lantern, and parked not too far from Wat.

Wat at night looked different than during the daytime, and our campsite was dark. I didn’t dare go off in the dark to photograph the scary cemetery.

Wat’s cemetery was not far from where the vendors camped, some pitched a tent and others slept in their vans. I’ve heard stories of branches and trees shaking for no apparent reason in the past, and I thought it would be so nice to witness this in person. Of course no one would go with me, and I wasn’t about to go by myself to see this.

We went to sleep early that evening, and there were many of us so instead of pulling out the sofa bed, my second sister and I slept on the floor.  We each had our own sleeping bag. My younger sister slept on the sofa, here I was sandwiched between my two sisters.  Bo was trying to hatch baby chicks and he brought his eggs incubator with him.  He placed it right near my head where I sleep, and since the power went off it gave off odd odor.  The eggs were due to hatch in a few days.

Around 2 am, I woke up because of an odd odor.  It smelled like a decaying body, and it came in spell of every now and then.  Ten and fifteen minutes went by and it bothered me so bad, I thought it was the eggs, and got up and smelled the eggs in the incubator. It was not the same smell as what I had been smelling.  I went back to sleep and laid there for another 10 minutes and the smell got stronger. I decided to wake my sisters up.  I asked them if they smelled anything, like a dead rat or something and they all said no.  This bothered me even more, so I got up and sniffed the eggs again.  I told them “it came in spell, are you sure you don’t smell anything?” My sister said surely it was the rotten eggs, and I said it’s different.  At this point my sisters were spooked and they all said to go back to sleep.  I laid there for another 5 minutes and the odor got worse. I got up and sniffed the eggs again just to make sure, and it wasn’t it.

At this point, I thought both my sisters must be rotten and kind of odd that I’m the only one smelling this.  My oldest sister finally said it must be the eggs, and suggested that I take them outside.  I went outside with the incubator, tripped on the mat and fell down with it.  It was dark and I couldn’t see anything.  I was hoping that I didn’t break any eggs and laid the incubator down gently next to the camper. July was extremely hot, and it wasn’t a windy night.  Before I could get up I smelled the foul decaying odor again, and this time it was a lot closer than before.  I got up, and rushed back inside the camper and that was the last time I smelled the the odor that night.

I got up the next morning and still confused of what I smelled.  I opened the incubator, and I had broke one egg when I tripped on the mat.  I sniffed the eggs, it was a foul rotten egg odor, but not the same smell as last night. This puzzled me.  I asked my sisters if they smelled anything last night, and they all said no.  My oldest sister said that it gave her chills last night when I kept saying the smell came in spell, she said it sounded like a ghost.  She wanted to tell me to shut up and I kept stressing about the foul decaying odor. We thought perhaps it was my mom that came to see me, I wished I had looked around to see who was there.

Later that day I learned that Ai Janh that lived at Wat passed away in April of this year, he passed away in his sleep.  We were just talking about him earlier in the evening that we didn’t see him and wondered if he were still living at Wat. I’m beginning to think now that it was Ai Janh that came to visit me, below is a photo of him taking with my GI Joe sister in 2007.

RIP Ai Janh.  As for me, I’m so slow in getting this, apparently I don’t have a ghost radar at all.

A 3 Year Old Stayed with her Mom’s Body for 3 Days

My sister told me the news about a 3 year old girl named nong Goryarh that stayed with her mom’s body for 3 days.  She and her mom lived in a 3 story townhouse in Bangkok Thailand and her 35 year old mom died of seizure, heart failure around November 10th, 2012.  She didn’t know that her mom passed away and thought that her mom was sick, and slept with her mom every night that was soaked with blood.

Her mom’s co-worker called her sister that she didn’t show up for work for 3 days. Her sister went to the house and the gate was locked.  She went to ask a male neighbor next door to help open the gate. When she came back with the neighbor, she saw her niece, nong Goryarh standing inside the gate calling her name.  Her niece white T-shirt was stained with blood, she knew then something was wrong. Photos below are from a Thai news article.

It’s so sad to read a story like this, the little girl was healthy and in good condition when they found her.

Her aunt took her in.

I could imagine her mom was worried about her.  When her aunt asked nong Goryarh if she had anything to eat or drink,  she said that her mom had fixed milk for her to drink and played with her everyday. And at night she went up to sleep with her mom.

After she went to live with her aunt, nong Goryarh said that her mom came to live with her and sang her a lullaby every night. Before the funeral her sister said that she would smell a very strong odor at her house, and after the funeral the smell has changed to a very strong incense smell.  A month after the funeral they came on a show called People Showing Off Ghost.  The show is in Thai language.

It’s so sad to see nong Goryarh, and everything seems like a blur to her. She told them that she stayed with her mom, and that her mom took care of her during those 3 days.

What really puzzled everyone was how nong Goryarh opened this door to come outside to see her aunt.  It’s a slide door and she is not tall enough to open the latch to slide, see screenshot below.

nong Goryarh said that her mom opened the door for her and told her to go see her aunt outside.

On the second video, they asked a median to communicate with nong Goryarh’s mom, and he asked if her mom was there.  nong Goryarh nodded ‘yes’.

And also nodded when asked if her mom was standing behind the man. The man on the left is the median.

The last video is the message from nong Goryarh’s mom communicating through the median to her older sister asking her to take care of nong Goryarh as her own daughter. Her sister agreed to care for nong Goryarh, and I do hope that her mom will rest in peace.

Aasim in Room 415 at Hospital…

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.