A ghost story.

The ghost is a very famous Thai folk ghost in the central region, according to traditional beliefs.

• A male ghost with magic or play the wrong way until the subject returns.

• When it turns, there is a human torso, but the head and shoulders have wings, pies or banana bracts, and clay pots or containers tied to the waist or neck to fly through the village.

• Ghosts are often nocturnal, especially to steal fresh, meat, or household savors.

• Believe that you can fly because you use magic and like to eat dirty things or rotten food.

• When you return to a person's body, you usually have leanness, weakness, a dozen eyes.

Legend has it that if you take off a machine (such as a wishbone or a pot) and hide it, the ghost will not be able to reverse its original body and will eventually die.

The Ghost Tale - "The Earthpot in the Middle of the Fields"

Some 60 years ago, a small village in Suphan Buri Province had a man named Uncle Prai, reputed to be a subject, but who abused subjects. One day he secretly learned the magic of the ghost from the forbidden texts of the old shaman in the village. The caveat was not to eat dirty things and stolen things, but he violated them.

That night, the villagers began to hear "shit..." like a big wing slapping air and a black shadow flying through the roof. Every house that hung a dried pig or roasted chicken disappeared, leaving only a stain of clay.

Several nights later, a boy guarding a buffalo stall in the middle of a field saw a shadowy man with wings, tied a clay pot to his neck, flying around the buffalo stables before bending down to suck the blood from the dead chicken by the fence.

So the villagers planned to trap them the next night, and they lurked near the barn, and when the sound of their wings sounded, they came out, and immediately pulled the clay pot from his neck, and the ghost fell on the ground, and wriggled before returning to his uncle, and lay in his eyes full of terror.

In the morning, my uncle died untouched, and the body had wings on both shoulders like rotten flesh, and the villagers buried him at the end of the village... and since that windy evening, there have been wings heard in the middle of the field.