"Do you want to go to Samut Prakan?" The question came from me with a sad face after crying until my eyes were swollen from arguing with someone. "Go," when the young taxi driver replied. I opened the door and quietly stepped into the back seat of the car.

“Where do customers get off?” “Get off at km. 23. I'll tell you again when I'm close.” I replied in a cold voice. The atmosphere in the car looked gloomy and the sky was very dark. That's right, it's already 11:00 p.m. Invite to argue late into the night If they don't agree, you have to find a car to go back yourself. After a while, the radio sound came from inside the taxi driver's car. Hmmm...

It's probably too quiet. It's good to have a little noise in the car. “Welcome to The Ghost Radio………” Hmmmm.

Is it a ghost story?... There are so many songs that I can't play them. Why do I suddenly feel aroused? The feeling of sadness disappeared, but my heart wanted to tell some stories instead. But...are we going to blackmail him? We don't want to listen to ghost stories on the radio. The story you're listening to sounds really boring. I've listened to a lot.

I think I have more fun stuff. "Brother...do you like listening to ghost stories?" he asked.

“Yes…does the customer not like it? I'll close it for you. I just like listening to it while driving and waiting to pick up customers. It makes me feel sleepy." "I've encountered this kind of thing before. Do you want to hear it?” The taxi driver immediately lowered the radio volume. “Really? Please tell me. How is it?”

“Did you ever meet a ghost when you were a child?” “Never. Most of the time, I only listened to other people's stories,” the taxi driver answered.

“I saw one when I was 8 years old. It was the first time I saw a ghost. I can remember it. It was a Sunday morning. I feel like I'll sleep very comfortably that day. Suddenly there was the sound of someone calling out, "Bellellllllllllllllllllllll...wake up" "Did the sound of someone in the house wake you up?" The taxi driver interjected and asked.

“It's my mother's voice. In my heart, I was annoyed. Why would you wake me up? I don't know if it's actually a holiday. ”I told him to feel my annoyance at that time. “Bellell” was the third time he called me. It made me feel very annoyed. So I shouted out. “Oh!!!!!Mom!!! I'm awake." I answered even though I hadn't even opened my eyes yet."

“Hm!!! Haven't you opened your eyes? Have we ever heard the words that old people say? They say that if someone calls you and you haven't seen them yet, don't answer.” The taxi driver greeted me, indicating something unusual in that incident.

“Well, I was only 8 years old at that time, no one told me.” “Oh, I forgot, haha,” the taxi driver laughed to cover it up.

“My eyelids are slowly beginning to open, sir, through the thin membrane. That's eye dung. Haha. The first thing that I saw on the ceiling of the room when I looked down at my feet. The thing next to the tip of the foot is not even a ruler's length, that is…”

“Human head, sir.” “Hah!!!” The taxi driver exclaimed and asked, “Whose head is this? Where did it come out? And what does your face look like?” I asked a lot of questions.

“The first question in the head of an 8-year-old like me at that time was… a human head… right? Is that right? Is that a person's head? I rubbed my eyes to make him disappear. It won't go away. I saw his appearance. He was a man. He had long curly hair and he was wearing a wide, haunted smile. It seems friendly, but there's also a hint of fear.

It feels like he's teasing us to be afraid. Eyes, ears, nose, and mouth are all there.” “And….what about him? Where is he? Don't you have one?” the taxi driver asked. “No, sir. I tried to look. He only has a head. And then he said a sentence. I had my hair stand on end at that time.”

“If it were you. I ran out of bed already haha. So what do you think about it?” The taxi driver asked me with curiosity.

“Belle, wake up,” it came out of his mouth with a haunted smile. This voice, this was his own voice. It's not my mother's voice. That's all I heard. The mouse slowly brought its toes closer to itself. His eyes continued to stare at that head, refusing to look away. I'm afraid it will float close to us. Child's thoughts, bro. I don't know what to do.

I ran out and was afraid that his head would fly and bite my leg. Haha. So I shouted to my mother who was cooking in the kitchen. With my eyes still staring at the head of the person at my feet without blinking an eye. Think in your heart if you blink your eyes. It must have disappeared. I stared at it. For a moment, I heard my mother's voice reply, "What!!!"

The answer came from the kitchen after calling two times. I spoke like a child, sir. “Come look at this one, Mom!!!” ...Quiet….I didn't hear anyone walking. It's like he can't hear me."

“So I decided to call my mother one last time. Along with screaming and crying Until my mother had to rush in and open the bedroom door, "What's wrong!!!" Her mother's mood was like, What's going on? He's busy in the kitchen. When my mother stood in front of the door I just took my eyes off for less than two seconds.

To turn around and tell his mother, “Mom, come look, this one has only a head. It's at the tip of the foot." The voice ended. The mouse turned around and turned to the tip of the foot again. The head disappeared. My mother asked, "Where? Whose head? What head?" She asked me in confusion. I myself couldn't answer that question. Because now that head has disappeared from the toes.

I just called for my mom to come pick me up and take me out of bed. After that day, I didn't dare sleep in that bedroom alone again. Whoever wakes me up, whoever wakes up first, must always wake me up, haha.”

“The stories we told you were fun. But is it true? We were only 8 years old, do you even remember that much?” the taxi driver asked, confused. “It's true. I remember it very well. Because it's the first time I've encountered it. I remember all the details. And there are still other things that keep happening to me.

The hardest thing would probably be having something put on it. That time I almost died. Brothers and sisters, just keep to the left on the parallel road in front here. If you don't come out here, you'll be alone.” I quickly told the taxi driver to look for a parallel exit. If I go further, I'll definitely have to pay more for a taxi. "Oh, please tell me you forgot to look at the directions, hahaha!" I said that something had been done to me.

How is the matter? Please tell me. I've heard it before. But I've never met him before."

“Good, hyung. Don't want to experience anything like this. It's torture, hyung! I'll just park to the left in front of the 7-Eleven ahead and we're already here." "Oh, we're already there, so I didn't hear any more. It's a pity. Our story can be told on a ghost show. It's fun." Taxi driver Said, "Oh...yes, sir, but I don't dare call for fear that it won't be as fun as other people's stories. Haha. How much is the taxi fare?"

After speaking, I opened my wallet and prepared to pay the taxi fare. "310 baht, I'll just take 300 baht." The taxi driver said, “Here, thank you.” I paid and opened the car door. Then walked home comfortably, eh!!! Did I forget something? ...Oh!! I forgot that I just had a fight with my girlfriend, haha.

Enough...too lazy to type

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