2015 October Horror Story Anthology

Thailand - An Allegedly True Story

This is a story told by an anonymous poster on /x/ on May 26, 2009.

The Story:

Hey guys, I got a nice story that might perk your interest.

When I was in Grade 9, I went to school in Hong Kong. For our annual trip, we went over to Thailand, to some rural little campground with dorms. Every year, my school went to this particular camp, because it was conveniently located for the activities that the school annually planned. However, those students in higher grades always said that the dorm 4-D was haunted. As luck would have it, I was assigned to dorm 4-D with seven other classmates.

When we arrived on the first day, shit was pretty fine. We did some hiking, rock-climbing, your standard outdoor camp bullshit. During our free-time period, I was pretty worn out. I'm not much of a physically active person, so I decided to head back to my dorm and finish off my Harry Potter books, when suddenly, in the corner of my eye, I could swear that I saw someone peering through the window of the dorm. As soon as I glanced up, though, the figure vanished. However, the shrubs just outside the window were still slightly rustling, almost like who or whatever it was had just taken off.

I disregarded it as someone who was just being overly curious, so I continued reading my books.

After us kids had dinner, we all headed back to our dorms and started fooling around.

We were sitting in the common area, playing cards and shit. It was rather late, I'd say around 11:00 PM by now, so it was past curfew time. Teachers were going around to check that people were in their dorms, and it was lights out at 12:00. As we were playing cards, all of us thought we could hear someone faintly humming, a high pitched voice - like a kid's voice - coming from the bathroom. If you've ever tried talking aloud in a bathroom, you'll know that your voice sort of echoes. Well, the humming voice had that kind of effect, so we thought it was coming from the bathroom. I went to check the bathroom, but there was nothing there. As soon as I came within, say, 15 feet of the door, the voice stopped. Freaky, I thought, but as we were all in a big group of eight, we weren't that worried.

So, after lights out, we were all pretty much burnt out. We all decided to turn in. This is when the shit really started to go down.

It was going on to about 12:45 when I heard a startled yell coming from the other bedroom. I rushed out the door with Andrew, my bunk mate, and we bumped into all the other guys in the dorm. They were all peeping out of their rooms at the same time. The guys in Room 2 were looking really panicked. We asked them what was wrong, and Steve, one of the dudes, said that he saw a figure in a long red gown walk briskly past the open doorway as he was lying there in the dark trying to go to sleep. Obviously, we found no such figure in the room.

Now, Steve was a big, athletic guy. Around 6'2 at the time of the incident; he was always the hard-ass when it came to sports, and really outgoing. It was pretty freaky for him to be the one getting scared like that, so we were all pretty unsettled.

Coming to around 2:00am, we all were suddenly startled again, and once more ran out and met in the common area. It seemed like there was maniacal laughter coming from the corridor outside, and there was a clanging, too, like someone holding something metallic and banging it against the walls. The noise seemed to be coming closer to our door, louder and louder, until it suddenly stopped.

By this time, we were ready to bail, pretty fucking scared. We all decided to pull up our bedsheets, clear the living area, and camp as a whole group in the middle of the dorm. It wasn't until 4am that some weird shit went down again.

We had all pretty much passed out by this point, but we were awoken by a strange thumping sound that seemed to come from the roof. It was almost as if someone was walking on the roof, because the thumps went from above my room, to above the second room, and down to the third and then the fourth rooms. We decided to head outside to see if there was anything on the roof. Grabbing our flashlights and phones, we went out as a group.

First, we checked the roof. Nothing. We went around to check if there was anything that could lead up to the roof that someone could climb. We found a large drain pipe that was running alongside the window where I thought I saw the figure. However, it didn't really have enough foothold for anyone to climb. I did notice something strange, though. The window where I thought I saw the figure was really, really dirty. There was also a strange set of five lines, almost as if someone had dragged their hand down the window, displacing some of the dirt. Also, the drainpipe had caused the ground around the window to become fairly damp and muddy. Anyone who had been there would have left prints or marks of some sort. I did not see any prints other than my own, which struck me as strange.

We decided to head back to our room and tell the teachers about it when we next saw them. However, when we got there, we saw the most freaky shit of all. All of our bedsheets that we had removed and gathered in the middle of the room had been pulled towards the bathroom. It seemed as if they had been pulled halfway through the bathroom door, then the door had been closed on the sheets, leaving them caught in the door. Freaked out beyond belief by this point, we decided to take overnight shifts between the eight of us, as we had to burn more hours until 8:00am, when we could head out for breakfast. This we did, and for the rest of the night, things seemed fine.

The next day, we met the teachers in the cafeteria, and we told them of what happened the night before. The teachers listened patiently, understanding from the seriousness of our faces that we were not kidding around. One of the teachers, Mr. Benton, said that he heard faint banging and stomping sounds coming from the direction of our dorm.

Another, Mrs. Westwood, said that she thought several times in the night that a figure was walking outside her window. It was agreed that we would all move to a different location, and later on that day, we boarded a bus to go to a different campsite.

Before leaving, Steve and I went to talk to the caretaker of the campground and asked him about the peculiar events. What he told us freaked us out big time.

He said that one day, a little girl had been playing around, and she saw the big drain pipe leading up to the roof. She climbed the drain pipe and got up on the roof. The roof, however, was slanted and wet from the rain and humidity (Thailand is very tropical). She slipped, fell, and broke her neck, landing right outside the window where I thought I saw the figure. Her mother, one of the maintenance staff at the time, was so distressed that she went near-insane, locking herself in the bathroom and humming incoherently for a whole day. Then, around 3:00am the same night, she ran, laughing hysterically through the corridor, climbed to the roof up the same pipe, and jumped, killing herself in the process.

That's the first and hopefully last time I go to Thailand.