"Your karma." You may have heard this word before. But who knows what they can do to us?

I wrote this story because of childhood memories when I was still living in the provinces. Sitting around and talking about neighbors after a dinner battle was something we always did.

One evening in the middle of April, After a family dinner I don't know what was causing my anxiety. I and three or four other neighbor kids urged one of my neighbors, Aunt On, to tell me a ghost story. Aunt On was an elderly widow who always had many stories to tell at the end of our meals.

Whether it is about miscellaneous beliefs to beliefs about ghosts that still pervade rural society. Whether it's the story of local ghosts like Krahang, Krasue ghosts, or even stories about beliefs about bad karma.

Today is the same. Auntie Orn tells the story of a young woman. Which is the origin of the terrifying tale for tonight...

Aunt Phon, a middle-aged woman The wife of the owner of one of the large mills in the district. With her beautiful appearance, she was captivated by her elderly husband. Entering this wealthy family did not happen normally. The owner of the mill originally had a previous wife and one daughter before meeting his new wife.

Whatever the true reason, outsiders cannot guess. Not long after it became known that she was the other wife, she was revealed to be his wife, and the ex-wife was forced to disappear from the house, causing the villagers to speculate. It's possible that Aunt Phon may have done something to this husband to make him so obsessed with her that he doesn't care about his old family.

I say that this husband is because Auntie Phon was a widow before having an affair with the uncle who owned the mill. The fact that she was a beautiful, active woman in her early thirties Dress fashionably at all times. And speaks eloquently, making her like a young widow whose husband died, according to the textbook about ylang ylang burning in the fire, the real thing.

After his ex-wife ran away and returned to his hometown. The ex-wife's stepdaughter is still at the mill with her stepmother. Nong Oi is a ten year old girl who tends to sit drowsy instead of being naughty for her age. Neighbors often heard the girl's cries carried by the wind. After the stepmother's shrieking sound was gone, who was always dissatisfied with this stepson.

One Sunday afternoon The villagers' outcry sounded different from the normal quietness of this rural village. A group of people began to gather around the edge of the small creek that ran through the village. “A child drowned,” a voice said from among the crowd cheering on a young man who was giving resuscitation to an unmoving child. “I guess I'm not in time,” he said.

Not long after, a pickup truck belonging to a person in the village took the child's lifeless body to the subdistrict medical station. Leaving only the villagers' criticisms of the case of Nong Oi, a young girl in the village, who drowned today before separating to live her life according to their own individual ways.

The news of Nong Oi's death was talked about in the village until the last day of the funeral. Many people assumed that because he went to play in the water alone or fell while playing in the water and drowned, he died. Surprisingly, Nong Oi's mother, who lives out of province, did not attend her daughter's funeral. Auntie Phon even said that she was very callous. Her daughter had actually died and she still hadn't come to knock on the coffin and call for food and drink.

The funeral prayers continued until the third and final night. There was an incident that caused the death of Nong Oi to receive more attention. When a group of villagers who were playing Sic Bo after the funeral heard the sound of trembling in the pavilion. That voice was a girl's voice. Which, of course, caused many stories to be told until the day of the cremation the following day.

But after that almost nothing happened again. Until finally, in the whole village, almost no one spoke about this matter anymore.

Many months have passed. The husband and wife of the mill owner begin to argue about their blessed relationship with a man courting them. Out of jealousy, the husband began to attack and hit Aunt Phon. The villagers in that area heard the sounds of quarrels every day until they were used to gossip until the whole village was amused.

Many times when she went to the market and saw the reactions of the people in the village, it made her extremely irritated. and find a way to end arguments with her husband That evening, she vowed in front of her husband, lighting incense sticks, that she had never thought of being unfaithful. And vowed that if she lied, I'd better not die.

The husband saw this and trusted him and they reconciled for a while.

Until news began to reach his ears again that Aunt Phonmee had gone to talk with a young man outside the village. Therefore, a quarrel ensued and the noise of the mill broke out. Many villagers in the area couldn't help but secretly gather around to watch the two quarrel. No one could have anticipated Aunt Phon's special plan.

“If you don't believe me. I'm going to kill myself for you to see.”

After saying that, Aunt Phon ran to the not-too-tall mango tree behind the house that she had prepared. A branch of a mango tree that looked unlikely to support the weight of a woman in her thirties had been prepared for this attention-grabbing scene. She climbed up and stood on the chair, making a careless loop of the rope that hung on it.

It fits right on the neck. Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps following him. She decided to jump off the chair, hoping that the force of the swing would break the small branch and cause her body to lie on the ground. Even though it hurts sometimes But she believed that it would prove to her husband that she was not a subtle liar.

But alas, the mango branch that wasn't supposed to be able to support her weight didn't break as she had hoped. The slit around his throat became a tight knot under the weight of his body. The tip of the thumb, which was stretched out in shock, felt the tip of the grass on the ground below, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not touch the ground.

Both hands, trying to hold back the tight rope around his neck to find a way to breathe, began to pinch. The picture that was once clear began to blur. Finally, both hands fell to their sides as if surrendering to fate.

The frightening event happened in less than two minutes. Aunt Phon's husband who had just arrived did not expect what he saw in front of him. The body of the wife, her tongue stuck from suffocation, hung from a mango branch. Just a single gust of wind came through. Both his lifeless body and the mango branch fell in front of him. Uncle Phon's husband rushed over to the pitifully still body, which showed no signs of life left.

The incident was widely criticized throughout the village. The whole thing is about the branch that shouldn't be able to support the weight. Or that a woman like Auntie Phon would commit suicide. But no one can truly summarize what happened.

Until one month after Naphon's gruesome death. A monk was invited to perform a ceremony to invite spirits. This is a belief that is often done when there is suicide or death. After the ceremony The elder monk described the incident as follows: From sitting inside, I saw that on that night, the blessed truth was that I did not intend to commit suicide.

But the karma came to take it back. The branch that was supposed to break didn't break easily because the culprit was a girl sitting on the tree holding the rope with one hand. As if that weren't enough, at the base of the tree was the figure of a woman, standing with her hands on the branch with a murderous look in her eyes. When asked about the girl's appearance, it was none other than Miss Oi and her mother.

It was later learned that he had died after leaving the mill home for a few months in his hometown. This made him unable to contact him and thus unable to come to Nong Aoi's funeral.

There are still many people who believe that Nong Oi's death was not a natural accident. It could be a disguised murder by the stepmother, which is a blessing. Causing the spirit of the child and his grieving mother to take revenge and eventually succeed in getting revenge.

Wow!

The author admits that when typing this, he got goosebumps.

It is a story that is told after midnight like this. If I have the opportunity, I will bring other stories that I can think of to tell you again ^^"

Note: The story outline is taken from a story that was actually heard. But minor details such as character names are entirely fictitious.

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