Ghost stories have been with Thai people for a long time.

Haunted by a ghost

“Hello, is this your house, Nimlamai Onkamon?”

A middle-aged man with discretion walked into her house.

“Yes, is there something wrong?”

“Of course there is. The other day, your father ordered four truckloads of dirt. And we have already taken care of it. So I came to collect the money.”

She stood still, eyebrows pressed together, unable to utter a single word.

“This is my father. It is absolutely impossible.”

“Why is it impossible? I'll take care of it for four cars. Are you going to distort the cost of the land? Please pay.”

“Ah! Please tell me. What does my father look like?”

She was reasonably careful. But that probably won't always be the case.

“Hey, Laem, the person who came to give orders to us. What does it look like?”

He called his subordinates to ask.

“There you are, you look like the old man in the picture.”

His subordinate pointed to a picture of a man with white hair hanging on the wall.

“It is absolutely impossible. My father died last week.”

She refused, with goosebumps, and looked at the picture of her birth father again.

She recalled a six-rai plot of land about two kilometers from her home. It's an empty space. It's been deserted for a long time. Her father had said that he wanted land to fill in the land. Then build another house for the grandchildren. She was in tears for having left it for so long that she had almost forgotten. She still hasn't done what her father said. But father came urgently and left her first.

“How can you make me believe it easily? Let me go look at that first. If it were true that there had been soil as you said, I will pay for it.”

The next day, the same man came to demand money for the land.

"I'm here to collect money for the land."

“How much?” She took Sue and agreed to pay the money because she thought it must really be her father's spirit going to order the soil. Because last night she dreamed of her father.

“500 each, four cars is 2000.”

From then on, stories of ghost orders spread throughout villages and neighborhoods both north and south. Of course, ghost stories have been with Thai people for a long time.

“Hey Laem, take the extra dirt you brought here. and said that Grandma Mi was the one who ordered it.”

“Grandma, you died a month ago.”

“It's better than having no place to go.”

“And will he believe us?”

“It's a ghost story. Who wouldn't believe it?”

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