The mother of Lakshmi gave the property.

You, today, besides coming to give out Wal, I have something to tell. On the 23rd night, when Hemp came to Phitsanulok, I traveled to Phitsanulok, left Hua Hin 00.00, cut into the Nakhon Pathom line, stopped by until I arrived at one of the pumps as a green pump at 3am a little bit (modern green, you are not a blue pot and say green like Ama), captioning the bathroom first. The bathroom has 4 rooms. The light is not very bright. I walked back to the first room while I was open. I heard the sound of the toilet from the room next to me. I was a little happy because I remembered that when the car turned in, there were 2 male pumps and there were no customers before I was open. I walked to see that there were no people in every room, and there was no sound of people coming down the door. And who pressed the toilet press? I decided to call the man who was married for 10 years (husband) who stood outside to wait. Is there anyone walking into the bathroom? The gentleman said that I stood alone. At that moment, I thought in my heart (beautiful and beautiful). This flow didn't stop. The sound of the toilet press next to the room was loud and didn't stop (like you were lonely. Your house didn't have a seizure). Speaking because it is), but it is quiet. For a second, the knock on the door alternates with the sound of the toilet crushing around for almost 5 minutes (the pump water bill probably went to the thousands) until the pump stopped. The knock stopped. When it was cleared until the pants were loose for 1 inch, I walked out to wash my hands. The sound of the toilet press from the original room was loud. The door was open. I turned to look at the room at a moment. I turned back to the faucet next to me. I saw pale hands doing hand washing, but no body had hands. (The goose pecked pale hands like the gluta was eaten by myself). The toilet was loud and didn't stop. Yes, there was a question of why I was standing. Yes, I asked. We have two things. 1. I want to know. 2. I'm afraid that I can't step my legs out, and you are number 1. I know that I am not a person but want to continue (because I am not afraid of ghosts). I am waiting for what it will do next. In summary, the husband called. I was startled. The voice of the phone is cooler than the sound of the toilet (set louder like Ama, so I). I answered the call even when my hands were wet (with the suggestion that I put my hand on the faucet for a long time until I was pale after that ghost). The husband asked if I was anything, so I replied that I was my wife. After washing my hands, I was going out. I sat in the car to tell the husband. But the husband said that I heard the sound of the toilet, I thought that I couldn't press down (I saw What's wrong with the gut? Really? I asked the husband if you heard it too. The husband said that because you stood waiting for me in front of the bathroom because you were worried because you heard a loud fart, so I knew that I had diarrhea (Oh... Khun Pri) But in summary, I found a ghost, right? So I said, uh... and the conversation was quiet with the husband opening.

I'm not good at telling because I'm not dressed but purely from real experiences. I have a lot of ghost stories but I'm not good at telling them.