"Would you like to hear a horror story?"
Hello readers, Today, we're returning to the realm of horror stories just like before. The tale I'm about to share involves someone close to me – my younger brother, Tim. Tim is someone who doesn't believe in ghosts at all. Every time someone tells him a spooky story, he'll dismiss it as nonsense or just laugh it off.
Until one day, if I remember correctly, it was probably during the Songkran Festival, which is a major holiday. In the late afternoon, after we returned from making merit at the temple, my mother, grandmother, Tim, and I sat down to eat together as usual. While we were eating, my grandmother suddenly spoke up.
"Tim, today I met Sorn. She came to tell your grandmother that during this period, you may be down on your luck, so she advised you to ward off bad luck."
Surely, Tim, upon hearing something like that, didn't believe it, as usual. Tim turned away from his plate of rice and spoke to his grandma.
"Come on, Grandma, it's just a load of nonsense. Those fortune-tellers only come around to scam money. What bad luck? They just make up stories to earn some cash, that's all."
Mom and Grandma sighed with disappointment, as besides the fact that Tin wouldn't believe it, he also had a bad mouth.
As time passed, it was time for Tin to go to work in another province. This time, he had to travel far to the southern region. On the day of the journey, I remember it was Friday the 13 th, which, according to superstition, is considered an unlucky day. While originally a belief held mainly by Christians, many Thai people also believe in this superstition.
On that day, before setting off, we went to drop Tin off at his company. Before boarding the car, my mother handed something to Tin, which was an amulet of a revered monk from a famous temple. Surely, someone like Tin, who had never believed in such things, was not convinced. Tin returned the amulet held by my mother's hand before saying.
“No, Mom. Keep it," Tin said.
"Why, dear? You've been down on your luck lately. At least wear it," my mother replied.
"Down on one's luck, what's that, Mom? It's just a superstition. I must go now," Tin said before leaving.
As hours passed, Tin arrived at his destination. Throughout the day, he went about his work as usual. His job as a civil engineer required him to oversee construction sites. While Tin was discussing work with his team, he caught a glimpse of something passing by outside the window. However, he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was just some workers from the site.
As the clock struck eleven, Tin and his colleagues headed back to their accommodation. Tin's lodging was a modest hotel, neither luxurious nor shabby. Tin took a shower to prepare for bed. While lying down on his bed and browsing his phone, he suddenly heard running water coming from the bathroom.
Tin decided to get up from the bed and investigate. He walked into the bathroom and found that the faucet in the sink was turned on. Tin quickly shut off the water before returning to bed. He remembered clearly that he had turned off the faucet before leaving the bathroom earlier. He didn't pay much attention to it.
On the second night, Tin continued to work as usual. While he was inspecting the site, a large piece of metal fell near him. Luckily, Tin managed to dodge and wasn't injured.
Shortly after, others arrived and gathered around the accident site, assisting Tin and escorting him to rest in the office room. At that moment, Tin's heart was pounding heavily. If he hadn't dodged in time, he would likely have been crushed by the falling metal.
After returning to the accommodation, Tin reversed his car into the parking spot before reaching for his belongings from the glove compartment. He walked towards his room, his gaze inadvertently catching sight of a black cat sitting directly in front of him, staring back. Tin stared back at it with a stern expression. Tin didn't particularly like cats; in fact, he hated them. Since childhood, he had been bitten by a cat on his right arm, which left him with a lasting dislike for them.
The black cat stood up and walked straight towards him. Tin took a step back and tried to shoo it away.
"Shoo! Go away, far away!"
The black cat kept approaching until it came close enough to brush against Tin's leg. Startled, he accidentally kicked the cat that was clinging to his leg, causing it to bump into the nearby shrine and knock over the offerings onto the floor.
The black cat writhed and struggled in distress, while Tin continued to strike it repeatedly, not stopping until the cat's cries grew weaker and it finally went limp. Seeing that it had stopped moving, Tin let out a sigh and dropped the pipe to the ground before turning away, ignoring whatever fate may befall the cat.
Tin hurriedly finished his shower and rushed out of the bathroom to investigate the noise. As he emerged, he caught sight of something darting past the doorway from the closet out onto the balcony. It was a shadowy figure resembling a cat, but it moved so quickly that he couldn't be sure.
Tin walked out onto the balcony to check but found nothing. He walked back into the room, preparing to go to bed.
As the night wore on, while Tin was drifting off to sleep, he heard a faint sound approaching his ears. Startled awake, Tin looked around the room and spotted something on top of the wardrobe. It was a shadowy figure resembling a person sitting cross-legged in the wardrobe. He braced himself, reaching out to turn on the bedside lamp, but the light wouldn't come on.
Tin still believed that the dark shadow on top of the wardrobe was a person, but it wasn't anything like what he thought, not even close.
Tin got up from the bed, stood facing the object on the wardrobe, and spoke to it without any fear.
"Who are you and how did you get into my room?"
The black shadow did not respond to Tinn's question. It remained silent. As Tinn began to reach for the phone to call the hotel staff for assistance, he heard sobbing coming from behind.
Tinn placed the phone down before slowly turning around. The black shadow turned to face him, revealing clear white eyes, before it let out a piercing scream and lunged towards him, causing Tinn to collapse to the floor.
The black shadow pressed down on him, almost immobilizing him. Its face slowly moved closer and closer until he could see those eyes. But what startled him the most was that those eyes were unlike any human's, they were large, white orbs with elongated, cat-like pupils.
"YOU KILLED ME! YOU KILLED ME!"
The black shadow emerged with a painful cry. Suddenly, images flashed in his mind. It was the scene from earlier that evening when he had killed a cat right in front of the hotel's shrine. The image made him realize immediately that the figure in front of him was that very cat, the black cat he had just killed.
In a split second, as Tin was still in shock, the black shadow screamed and recoiled before lunging forward, grabbing Tin's shirt collar, and forcefully slamming its head against Tin's, hard.
Tinn screamed in pain as the black shadow continued to relentlessly pound him with its head and then both arms on his abdomen and waist. He struggled desperately, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. Eventually, the black shadow stopped its assault before fading away.
In the morning, his coworker came to his room looking for him as he hadn't shown up for work. They were immediately shocked to find him in a condition soaked in blood, lying still on the floor, his breathing shallow and motionless.
The coworker took Tin to the hospital for treatment. The doctor explained that Tin had suffered severe head trauma, with fractures and damage to internal organs, leaving him in critical condition. The doctor also said that Tin's chances of survival were very slim, and even if he did survive, he would likely not be able to lead a normal life due to the destruction of nerves and vital organs.
At that time, my mother, relatives, and I worked together to find a doctor who could treat Tin. It took us over a year to find one, and we spent over a million baht for his treatment. Fortunately, Tin had enough money, so the financial impact wasn't too severe.
After Tin recovered and returned home, as the doctor said, he couldn't lead a normal life like others. His body and brain were severely affected, resulting in paralysis, and rendering him unable to help himself. Moreover, whenever he saw a court official or a cat, he would experience extreme fear to the point of losing consciousness. I believe this could be the consequence of his past actions. He would have to endure the consequences of his deeds until his death.
