Horror Story

Hello, dear readers! Welcome back to our post. This is our first post, and it's quite a lengthy one. Today, I had the opportunity to visit relatives in another province in the northeastern region. It made us reminisce, about an eerie event that has become somewhat of a local legend around here.

Going back several years, if I recall correctly, at that time, I was around 8 years old. My family and I traveled to the northeast to visit relatives, taking advantage of the coinciding holiday. Additionally, since our grandmother was unwell, we saw this as an opportunity to visit her. The journey from Bangkok to our grandmother's house took almost a day due to the heavy traffic on this holiday.

Around 5 p.m., we arrived at a sub-district, which is the location of our grandmother's house. Before heading home, we stopped by a temple, situated about 3 kilometers before reaching our grandmother's house. This temple is renowned in the province, with a spacious area that could accommodate hundreds of cars. We spent about half an hour paying respects to the Buddha and then continued our journey to our grandmother's house.

As we were enjoying the scenery on the way, our attention was drawn to something unusual. An elderly woman, wearing a checkered shirt and a dark red floral-patterned headscarf, was walking slowly along the roadside. She had on red socks and moved with a slow, deliberate pace near the football field. Our gaze followed her, and as I passed by, she gradually lifted her head, revealing a smile, and seemed to be waving at us. At that moment, fear overwhelmed us, and we quickly averted our eyes, not wanting to engage with whatever or whoever she might be. Initially, I thought about telling our parents, but a sentence from our grandmother popped into our heads: ‘If you encounter a ghost, don't interact with it.’

As children at that time, I was too scared to determine if it was a ghost or a real person. In the end, I chose to remain silent, not wanting to frighten our parents.

Upon arriving at my grandmother's house, I greeted the elders as usual. After helping with unloading the belongings we brought, I came downstairs to play with Din, the 6-month-old Golden Retriever, in the sandpit beside the house, just like every time. I played with Din for about an hour until the sky began to darken. My grandmother then came downstairs, signaling for both Din and me to come inside the house.

"Sai Din, It's time to go upstairs."

When Din heard my grandmother calling, it perked up and wagged its tail, rushing inside the house immediately. As for me, I stood up, brushed off the sand clinging to me, and started walking towards the house. While I was about to ascend the stairs, my gaze inadvertently caught something at the back of the house. I halted, attempting to squint and get a better look. It was the tip of a dark red floral-patterned bag, seen briefly before I tried to focus my eyes. However, once I realized what it was, there was nothing there anymore.

Despite being a curious child, the combination of curiosity and suspicion almost led me to investigate. However, my grandmother called out to me, asking me to come inside, before she walked back to usher me into the house.

As time passed, it became late into the night, around three o'clock, almost four o'clock. Everyone in the house started going to sleep, leaving only me still seated, engrossed in reading comic books. While reading, I suddenly felt the need to use the restroom. I placed the comic book on the bed and carefully slipped from the mosquito net. Slowly descending from the bed, I walked to the door and opened it as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing anyone who might be sleeping.

Entering the late night, it was past three o'clock, nearly four o'clock. Everyone in the house had started to sleep, leaving me still seated, engrossed in reading comic books. While reading, I suddenly felt the need to use the restroom. I placed the comic book on the bed and carefully slipped from the mosquito net. Slowly descending from the bed, I walked to the door and opened it as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing anyone who might be sleeping.

Once everything was in order, I walked straight to the back door, gently opening it with the utmost care to avoid making any noise, allowing me to access the bathroom located at the back of the house.

As I emerged from the house, my eyes scanned the surroundings. The atmosphere in the middle of the night was silent and pitch dark. There was only a faint flickering light, a solitary lantern, providing minimal illumination. At that moment, I contemplated running back inside, calling my father to keep someone company. However, due to the intense urge to relieve myself, I decided to quickly walk towards the bathroom to take care of things and then head to bed.

Upon reaching the bathroom, I slowly opened the door with the utmost care, using my hand as quietly as possible. Since the door was made of galvanized steel, I was afraid that any loud noise might wake someone in the house. However, as I gently opened it, I began to hear some faint noises coming from outside the bathroom.

It was the sound of a rooster crowing, echoing as if it were about to be slaughtered. At that moment, I was quite scared and thought of hurrying to open the door to enter the house. However, I hesitated when my peripheral vision caught sight of something outside the bathroom. A flickering red light was not far away; it moved incessantly. With a mix of fear and curiosity, I chose to step back from the door and climbed up onto the toilet bowl to peek through the ventilation gaps of the bathroom, trying to see what that red light was.

The red light wasn't far from the bathroom, but due to the darkness and the fact that the light seemed to be in the forest, I couldn't see the details. I strained my eyes, trying to focus, but the red light began to move again. It floated closer until I could see the face of a woman. The face of an elderly woman with long, disheveled hair, her mouth covered in red stains resembling blood. What was more shocking was that she only had a head and entrails!

At that moment, I was so shocked that I couldn't do anything right. I immediately realized that what I was seeing was not a human for sure, but rather a filth-eating spirit! As soon as I understood that I was facing something supernatural, tears started flowing uncontrollably, and my body trembled with fear. Despite being terrified, I tried to gather my composure because I didn't want to end up consumed like those

As I began to be conscious, I instinctively lowered my head before scanning for a hiding spot. Exiting the bathroom at this point would likely result in an encounter, so I looked around and noticed a transparent basin nearby. Behind the jar, there was a space where I could crouch down and hide. Without hesitation, I swiftly crouched down behind the basin, making sure to grab the basin lid to cover myself from above.

The scream sounds drew nearer, accompanied by the ominous red light, until it eventually halted outside the bathroom. I cautiously peeked through the gap between the jar, only to find the filth-eating spirit peering through the ventilation holes, its eyes sweeping the room. Simultaneously, it emitted a scream relentlessly. At that moment, fear overwhelmed me to the point where my consciousness almost slipped away entirely.

The agonizing scream persisted, intensifying as if drawing closer. I sat huddled, my face buried in my knees, attempting to stifle my sobs and prevent the cries from escaping. Desperately, I covered my ears tightly, determined to shield myself from that haunting scream. The red light continued to seep through the ventilation holes, casting an eerie glow. Eventually, the light disappeared.

I slowly raised my head and peered through the concealed opening. It seemed that the filth-eating spirit had departed. Despite this, I remained seated, hesitant to move, fearing it might return. I decided to stay put in that spot throughout the night.

I didn't know when I had fallen asleep when I woke up in the morning. The shouting from outside woke me up. I raised my head and got out of my hiding place, opening the bathroom door to find my mom. I hurriedly ran to hug her, ready to burst into tears. Mom carried me into the house before explaining to her everything.

As I finished telling the story, everyone looked shocked and seemed disbelief, except for my grandmother, who had a calm expression, as if she already knew that something like this would happen. She walked straight to me, touched my head, and then placed a Buddhist talisman around my neck.

"Put on this Buddhist talisman, it will protect you from harm."

I glanced at the Buddhist talisman hanging on my neck, wiping away the tears before composing myself. At that moment, I didn't know what else to do other than to believe in what my grandmother said and try to carry on with life as usual.

Over the past two days, I continued to stay at my grandmother's house. However, since the incident, I didn't venture out alone anymore. One day, on a Buddhist holy day, my family and I went to the temple to make merit, and then returned home. On that day, I tried to live a normal life until nightfall.

Around 9 PM, I was sitting in my room reading comics. During that time, I heard a knocking sound from outside the window. Despite being frightened, so I decided to cautiously approach the window and Leaning out the window. As soon as I peered out, the filth-eating spirit appeared right in front of me. I was startled and quickly pulled my head back into the room, but it was too late. The spirit used its leg to trap me. I was terrified and screamed very loudly , but no one seemed to hear me. Eventually, a filth-eating spirit pulled me out through the window.

My body was dragged along the ground, and I desperately tried to use my hands and arms to find something to hold onto. However, due to its minimal force, I couldn't grasp anything. I was dragged until I came to a stop in a certain place. I looked around and saw that it resembled a wooden platform in the middle of a forest. The filth-eating spirit hovered around its body, emitting a disturbing scream sound. I cried and screamed in fear.

"Let me go! Please!" But the more I screamed, the louder the filth-eating spirit wailed. It floated closer until its face was almost touching mine, and it slowly licked my face before screaming once again.

At that moment, I thought I was going to die, so I chose to close my eyes before hearing some strange sound getting louder.

Bang!

The sound of a gunshot intensified along with the howling of the filth-eating spirit, before there were loud voices of several people, causing me to open my eyes again.

"I told you, it must be you, Saen."

The middle-aged man in a white outfit, resembling an exorcist, along with three others, one of whom ran in to carry me out of that place.

" You asked for it! Well, then, die right here and now!"

Cleanse this wretched spirit! By the power vested in me, I banish thee!" Exorcist chanted as he lifted a shotgun and fired a magic-infused bullet directly into the heart of the filth-eating spirit. The spirit writhed in pain, then collapsed to the ground, motionless. Seeing the spirit subdued, the Exorcist approached, performed a ceremonial ritual, and uttered more protective spells to prevent the filth-eating spirit from rising again. He then turned to address his henchman.

"You two come with me. And you, stay with kid" the Exorcist commanded, dividing the group into two.

The exorcist led the way up the stairs. They disappeared for a moment before emerging with the familiar bodies of some people. As soon as the spiritless corpse was laid on the floor, I cried out again because the body was headless and covered in fresh red blood. I, who witnessed it, screamed and raised my hand to cover my eyes. I tried to forget it, but until today, that image remains vivid, etched in my memory.

Exorcists began the ritual by placing the body and the head in the pit they had dug. Then, he took out a scalpel, recited a magic spell, and stabbed it into the center of the heart of the lifeless body of Grandma Saen. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, accompanied by the howling of dogs echoing through the forest. At that very moment, the filth-eating spirit rose with a terrifying scream, even more horrifying than before.

The filth-eating spirit, Grandma Saen, swiftly attacked the henchmen of the exorcist, causing them to fall into chaos. While I was trembling, the filth-eating spirit, Grandma Saen, lunged at me, using entrails to handle my leg float up from the ground. I screamed in fear, attempting to squirm free, but no matter how much I struggled, it seemed to tighten its grip even more each time.

“You so stubborn!”

The Exorcist cursed at the filth-eating spirit Grandma Saen, continuously insulting her, before grabbing a knife and chanting a magic spell. He then threw the knife, stabbing it into the heart of Grandma Saen. During the moment when Grandma Saen screamed in pain, it caused me to be cast down to the ground before rolling and colliding with a nearby tree.

“Argh!”

The red light from Grandma Saen's heart gradually dimmed until it extinguished, and her head slowly fell to the ground. Shortly after, the red light that had been flickering also faded away, leaving Grandma Saen with only her head and intestines motionless on the ground.

“I'm done with this!”

The exorcist spoke before walking over to pick up Grandma Saen's head and placing it in the pit where the lifeless body lay. I was lifted up from the ground by one of the Exorcist's henchmen, who then walked towards the spot where the exorcism ritual was taking place. The exorcist performed the ritual, reciting magic spells, and then sprinkled something over it before burying it.

After completing the ritual, the Exorcist led us back to the house. Upon encountering each member of the family, they were all shocked and immediately inquired about the events that had unfolded. The exorcist narrated the entire story to our family before presenting me with an amulet.

"This amulet, you must never take it off, as it will help protect you from harm and prevent any evil from harming you again."

At that time, I didn't believe much, probably because I was still very young. However, due to the fear of the recent incident, I dared not take off the amulet until now.

          ***the filth-eating spirit is One type of ghost that is believed to inhabit women. It removes its head and intestines to search for food, particularly the contents of a mortar, during the night. The intestines emit a glowing light.