Thai Ghost Stories 1
Thai Ghost Stories 1:The Room No One Wanted
This story happened a long time ago, when I was just a little over ten years old.
At that age, fear didn’t come with logic or explanation. It simply existed — raw, sudden, and unforgettable.
And strangely enough, childhood fear tends to stay with us longer than any rational fear we experience as adults.
Thai Ghost Stories 1
One day, my father invited my mother and me to drive to Kanchanaburi to drop off my older brother and his friends.
At the time, my brother was obsessed with military-style training camps at Khao Chon Kai.
Not long after returning, he and his friends decided they wanted to go camping — on their own, deep in nature.
They planned seriously. Food, tents, water, mats, cooking tools — everything was packed.
Seeing all that equipment, I honestly thought they were going to stay at least four or five nights.
But in reality…
it was just a two-day, one-night trip. What confused me the most was this: my father was the one driving them there.
My father’s reason was simple: “There’s too much stuff. Taking the train would be inconvenient.”
That made sense — hiking equipment back then was heavy and bulky. But the person most affected wasn’t my brother.
It was me.
A small girl who had planned to sleep in and watch Saturday morning cartoons, now forced to wake up at 4 a.m. and sit in a car for hours.
My father loved driving — especially slow drives with many stops. He drove, explored, stopped here and there.
By two in the afternoon, we still had no idea where my brother would actually camp.
I asked him,
“So… where exactly are you going to stay?”
He shrugged and replied,
“Wherever Dad drops us off.”
Inside my head, I screamed,
What do you mean, wherever?!
The Resort by the River
On the way, we stopped at Sai Yok Waterfall. By late afternoon, everyone was exhausted and hungry.
My father noticed a resort with a busy roadside restaurant and decided to stop for dinner.
He ordered generously and told my brother,
“Eat well. Tonight, you won’t need to cook. Just camp, talk, snack, and sleep.”
I glanced at the back of the truck — the charcoal, stoves, pots, and pans filling half the vehicle —
and wondered what they were all for.
After dinner, my mother asked,
“So where will they set up the tents?”
My father asked the man at the cashier counter, who turned out to be the resort owner himself.
He was kind and allowed my brother and his friends to camp within the resort area, near the river.
The staff told us there was one room left.
Just one. It was small. Old. And according to previous guests, “uncomfortable.”
The price was cheap — only 300 baht — and my father agreed immediately.
The room was located near the parking area, two rooms built side by side. One was still a guest room. The other had already been turned into a storage space.
Thai Ghost Stories 1: The Room No One Wanted
The door was painted white,
but time had drained all brightness from it.
A thick metal chain locked it from the outside.
Dry leaves were piled up in front of the entrance,
as if no one had opened this door for a very long time.
The staff swept the leaves quickly,
unlocked the door,
and stepped aside — almost as if he didn’t want to linger.
Inside, the air felt heavy.
A wooden bed stood in the center of the room.
The white bedsheet had faded into a tired yellow.
Dust coated the floor,
and the smell of dampness mixed with something old —
something that had been sealed away.
The bathroom light glowed a dull orange.
It was so dim that it barely felt like light at all.
The squat toilet shifted slightly when touched,
as if it wasn’t fully attached to the floor.
There was only one standing fan.
No ceiling fan.
Just loose electrical wires hanging down,
swaying slightly — even though there was no wind.
The mirror on the dressing table was cracked from top to bottom.
My mother quietly covered it with a towel,
without saying a word.
My parents looked at each other and said together,
“It’s fine. Just one night.”
That night, I slept deeply.
No dreams.
No memories.
Nothing at all.
That night, I slept without dreams — without memories. But the story did not end there.
What happened while I was asleep is a story best told in Part 2.
