Thai Ghost Stories 4
Thai Ghost Stories 4: The Place He Used to Live. This story began one night after my boyfriend and I finished dinner at a roadside porridge place near a military camp.
We were driving home, passing by a government compound, when he pointed toward a cluster of old buildings.
He told me he used to live there as a child, in the staff flats inside that compound.
That… was where the story began.
I looked out the window and saw a building that seemed barely used anymore — or perhaps still occupied, but forgotten.
Its walls looked worn and dusty, surrounded by towering trees whose branches swallowed most of the fading light.
With the sky growing darker and only dim orange streetlights reaching the road,
the place didn’t look inhabited at all.
It looked abandoned.
He told me the story as he remembered it, with details later filled in by his mother — who had witnessed what happened that night.
Thai Ghost Stories 4
When he was young, he often played around that building after school.
Children from the flats would gather beneath the big trees until dusk forced them home.
One day, a stray dog gave birth near the old structure.
At first the children only watched from afar — the mother was protective —
but as the puppies grew, they began running around and playing with the kids.
My boyfriend was one of them.
Until one evening, he stayed out too long.
His mother came to call him home.
He said goodbye to the puppies and ran back as usual.
That night —
he developed a fever.
And then came the dream.
He said it felt painfully real.
He was back outside — running, laughing, playing with friends and dogs —
when suddenly a man appeared.
The man shouted:
“Too loud! You’re making noise. I can’t sleep.”
Delirious from fever, he began mumbling in his sleep.
His mother heard him while ironing nearby and woke him.
When asked what happened, he told her everything.
And this is where the story takes a turn.
You might expect prayers.
Holy water.
Protective amulets.
But that’s not what she did.
When His Mother Fought Back
She asked where he had been playing…
then walked straight out into the night toward that spot.
And she yelled.
Yes — she scolded whatever was there.
She cursed, complained, and defended her child, saying things like:
“Why scare my son?
He’s just playing like he always does.
If you don’t like it — say it nicely.
Don’t frighten a child.”
After she finished, she simply went home.
And something strange happened.
He slept peacefully.
His body cooled.
By morning — the fever was gone.
Nothing else followed.
He even went back to play there again,
just a little quieter than before.
When I heard this part, I was stunned.
I joked that his mother had literally scared the ghost away.
Still — I asked what the man looked like.
He remembered an older figure, wearing brown — maybe khaki —
with a stern expression.
And honestly…
I couldn’t help thinking:
If I were resting somewhere and children kept shouting outside,
I might get irritated too.
I almost felt sorry for that unseen old man.
If it were my child, I’d probably scold the kid first,
take them to make merit, offer prayers —
not march out into the dark confronting spirits.
I’m not as fearless as his mother.
Their family believes in such things —
they just aren’t afraid of them.
What about you?
If something like this happened,
would you confront it… or comfort your child instead?
As we drove past that place, I turned back for one last look.
The building, the shadows, the dim lights — still there.
I thought quietly to myself:
I’m glad he doesn’t live there anymore.
If it were me, I wouldn’t even step outside after sunset.
Some things cannot be seen —
but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there.
Believe it or don’t.
Read it as you wish.
Or just imagine I’m telling you a cheap ghost story for fun 🙂
