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The Most Haunting Experience in Life | True Story at Pattaya

About the dance lady

This happened around 1995. After graduating from university, my life began to have more free time. My best friend, "Water," who had been traveling together since school, decided to drive to Pattaya unplanned in advance, intending to stay for a few days.

At first we thought of going to a walk-in hotel, but on the way, Nam Nam said that there are friends in Pattaya and can let us stay. We are very happy because we can save the hotel, so I intend to stay at a friend's house one night and then another night to find a hotel to stay.

When we got home, we were shocked. The house was very big and beautiful. It was a modern house. It was on a wide area stretching from Sukhumvit Road to Jomtien Beach. Around the house in those days, it was just an open meadow. There were only two houses. It made the atmosphere quite quiet. Even though it looked like Wang Weng, the beauty of the house did not frighten us at first.

We stayed in a big hospice. Only me and my brother parted with my friends. After walking through the house and talking about the program, we were tired from traveling, so we went to the second floor bedroom.

Before going up, we closed all the doors and windows neatly because there were only two of us.

When I opened the bedroom door, I felt unspeakably strange. The room was a long rectangle, with only a large bed in the middle of the room without any wall. Around the bed was an open space so wide that I looked at the wall. On the left, there was a door to the balcony.

With lethargy, we both lay down and fell asleep quickly.

...

Not knowing how long it had passed, we suddenly startled at the same time by the thunderous opening and closing of the door.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The noise continued until we immediately thought that someone had broken into the house.

"Who! Who! Who!"

We both shouted at the same time, and the water grabbed the broom as a weapon, and I went out to the balcony and saw a woman walking below near the house.

I shouted at the extreme.

"Brother!"

But she didn't turn around at all. Quietly walked away to the other side of the house.

We slowly opened the door downstairs with a beating heart.

But...

No one was there.

All doors are still closed as before.

After that, our brother came back, and we quickly told him about the incident, and the landlord took us to a locked room, and a closet covered the door so that he couldn't see.

When he unlocked the door...

Damn it...

A loud door echoed the whole house.

Me and Nam immediately sang together.

"This sound!"

The same sound that woke us up during the day was not wrong.

I wanted to move to a hotel for a moment, but everyone said morning.

The evening before going out, we and the water were tired, so we slept on the ground floor instead because we didn't dare to go to the second floor again.

Soon it rained heavily. Lightning erupted.

Sour!!

The whole house was immediately extinguished.

The darkness covers everything.

Without saying anything, me and the water grabbed each other's hands and ran out of my entire home, through rain and darkness, through meadows, ponds, and almost invisible corridors, to reach my landlord's big house.

When she arrived, the landlord's mother quickly brought her a towel and called the electricity.

Soon the authorities arrived and reported that the transformer had to be repaired the next day.

Knowing that night, we had to go back to a house without fire...

The fear multiplied.

So that night we decided to hang out and concentrate on drinking drunk, to hopefully fall into a deep sleep and not have to think about it.

I drank almost two bottles of Blacklebel, and I drank a little because I wasn't stiff-necked.

Around 3: 00. We came home.

My brother came to sleep tonight with him on the floor and me and my water in bed.

I was very sleepy, but I fell asleep and woke up.

As for the water, sleep completely until awakened, still not awake

While he was talking...

I heard Thai music faintly and loudly.

I opened my eyes.

And the sight of it makes this life unforgettable.

There is a woman wearing a Thai dress circling the bed.

I was shocked so hard I couldn't move, my heart was pounding, I couldn't breathe.

The dancer continued to dance slowly around the bed.

Before slowly bowing down to my ear.

And whisper in a faint voice...

"Five...Five...Five...Five...Five..."

That second...

The water sat up and screamed.

"Wow, MM, MM!!"

And grab my hand tight before yelling,

"Golf...Run confused!! "

The two of us jumped out of bed, ran out of the room, the kind whose heels barely touched the floor.

Everything happened so fast.

We grab the bag, grab it, run barefoot to the car, start the water and drive away.

When we reached the seaside, we parked and sat down.

Each person looks at each other.

The heart is still beating hard.

And then ask each other only one sentence.

"Just now...What is it? "

The answer that makes us goosebumps is..

The two of us saw and heard the same.

When the sky started, we decided to drive back to Bangkok immediately.

On the way. The water said to me,

"Born my whole life. I've never met a ghost. This is the first time...And I'm not coming with you anymore because you like to see ghosts! "

Today, when I think about that night, I remember clearly the sound of Thai music, faint laughter, and the glyphs around the bed.

It was an event I will never forget...And it's true that happened to me and the water together.

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