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My wife and I did what married folks do when they have been apart for a while then fell on the bed sated and exhausted, kissed, and went to sleep after turning off the lights. I do not know how long I had been asleep before something woke me. I sleep on my stomach most times so I could see nothing but my pillow when I awoke. An eerie feeling passed over me, as though I was being watched. I had the feeling I wasn’t alone. My wife purred quietly and persistently beside me, but it wasn’t her presence I was feeling, nor her snoring which had awoken me. As I turned my head off the pillow to look at my wife in the dark I noticed a glow coming from the end of the bed, and, I heard a child’s giggle, faint, yet there. It startled me a bit, but I figured our daughter had awoken and had come into the room and left the bedroom door open. The glow must be from the bathroom light at the end of the hall I thought to myself for a moment.

I turned and sat up facing the end of the bed, and there, to my surprise and wonder stood a very young and handsome Thai boy of about seven or eight years old, but he glowed lightly a somewhat greenish white glow and seemed somehow unreal and, well, ghostly. He smiled a brilliant smile at me and again I thought what a handsome boy he was, startlingly so. He then said something in Thai as I stared momentarily stunned at his apparition and from behind him appeared the ugliest and most deformed little girl I have ever seen. She looked to be about four years old I would have guessed. As he was brilliantly handsome she was gruesomely ugly and terrifying to look at. Horribly deformed is how I would put it I guess. Think Elephant Man as a four year old girl instead and you’ll come close to what she looked like.

I uttered a sound of fear and revulsion from now nearly paralyzed vocal chords and quickly slid and scrambled my ass toward the headboard of the bed as far away from her as I could get. Every hair on my body was standing on end and I had goose bumps all over my body and I felt cold, very cold, intensely cold. The little monstrously ugly girl then slipped again behind the handsome boy where I couldn’t see her. The boy gave me a sad smile and they both just disappeared instantly. They vanished in the blink of an eye.

Needless to say I was very shocked and sat there making a noise that sounded something like, “Wha, wha, wha, wha, who, who, who …” in a stuttering fashion until I got my wits about me, swore in defiance of my fear, and jumped from the bed and searched for the lights in my new bedroom, which even under normal circumstances I probably would have had trouble remembering where the hell the damned switches were. I found the lights and flicked them open. Nothing. There was no one there at all, no daughter playing tricks, no kids, no handsome boy and horribly deformed and ugly little girl. The door to the bedroom was closed; my wife mumbled something and turned over from the now glaring overhead light, still asleep. “I must have been dreaming.” I thought to myself, but I am not one who dreams much, nor remembers his dreams often, and I rarely have had nightmares in adulthood that would wake me. I’ll tell you the truth, I was spooked.

I have a small clip-on reading light that is attached to the headboard of the bed by a little clamp, something I had forgotten in my terror and the scramble to turn on the light. Noticing it I now turned this on and switched off the overhead light. My wife slept on like a log, snoring lightly. None of this had awoken her, not that this is surprising. I think Thai women can sleep through an atomic explosion while a volcano is erupting under their bed. They only wake up when they are finally hungry once again I believe. I went back to the bed, left the reading lamp on, and finally grabbed my watch off the headboard shelf to see what time it was; a little after three in the morning. I grabbed a book I had with me and read until I finally fell back asleep. It had to have been a dream, but what a dream, so real, and that giggle, again so real. I would swear on my soul I was wide awake at the time I heard that giggle.

The next morning over breakfast I relayed my experience to Sis and my wife. It caused quite a stir for them and they swore up and down I had seen pii, ghosts, and were a bit shaken up by this. They had been living there a few weeks by then and had not had any paranormal experiences themselves. Of course in the light of a new day I filed it away as a strange dream and nightmare. I’m a westerner. I’m programmed to disbelieve this stuff. My wall is strong concrete, not a diaphanous veil. There’s always a logical and normal worldly explanation for this sort of thing. Isn’t there?

What did shake me up somewhat is that Sis told the old lady a couple doors down the soi from us, the grandmother of our daughter’s best friend from school who lives with her and the girl’s mother. They are one of the original families to have bought one of these townhouses when they were first built. She told Sis that years ago there was a lady living in this house we had rented, a lady who sold this house to our present owner. This lady had had a stillborn child around eight years ago, a boy, a beautiful and handsome baby boy, perfect in every way, yet stillborn. The woman and her husband were devastated. Four years later she delivered a hideously deformed baby girl, also stillborn. The parents sold the house as soon as they could, to the woman we rent from now, and moved away, suspecting that someone in the neighborhood was a witch and had put a spell on them. Yes, these people believe.

I had no way of knowing any of this information before my own experience that first night in my new home. I’m not making this up. It’s not a piece of fiction, but a true experience I had. What it was or is I do not know, nor do I really care as long as I have no more visits in the middle of the night. Of course prayers and offerings and blessings have been done in the house by monks, and I’ve never again had another experience or 'dream' like this one, except the night before my father died, while I was asleep in the same bed and the same room and house.

But that’s another long story, for another day.

Believe what you want.

 

Cent
(The Central Scrutinizer)

p.s. I now recently have been given a blessed yellow, green, red, and orange woven cotton wrist string, made by a local monk my wife’s mother is friendly with, which is supposed to keep pii (ghosts) away. I wear it on my right wrist. It seems to be working, so far.

 

© Written in the year 2000. All rights reserved by the author.