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  • #1504737
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    If you know any good Khmer ghost stories please feel free to share. I am working on a project in that subject matter so I am going need all the help I can get.

    Any story you might have heard from your parents, aunt, cousins, brother, sisters, friends, neighbors,..etc,. you can even make up your own.. ha,..what ever. please feel free to share.

    thank you in advance.

    #1504769
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    My imaginary rented playful house

    Allow me to write a fiction and share with friends here:

    Early spring of 2008. It’s been a few years now that I live alone in this modest 2 story 4 bedroom house, almost like a chalet, in a suburb near Napoleonville, some sixty miles west of New Orleans, Louisiana. It’s an eight decade old house that got a facelift a couple of weeks right before I rented it and moved in. I liked it, or so I thought. As a poor Cambodian man, I can’t affort to smoke or drink or prefer to have an army of friends to come over and party. I like my privacy and quietness. And of course the neighborhood here is perfectly cool. But a grand cemetery is just down the road from this house. Until it came to a certain date of wonder it didn’t really bother me. I knew the cemetery was there.

    I had jotted down this date of occurance. It was on Saturday April 19, 2008 in late afternoon. But the night hadn’t yet fell in the region. It was one of those beautiful sunny day that I spent time to do some cooking on a charcoal grill in my backyard. Whatta heck I had some fine time all by myself then. BBQ ribs and a couple hot dogs, and that was it. On that particular day it was breezy but not windy. A stormdoor on my backdoor for some reason slammed shut and startled me a bid. I thought I had shut that stormdoor every time right behind me after coming in or out. Nonetheless thing like that at first didn’t reallt catch my attention. I thought it was just an occasional strong wind that blew it shut.

    I wrapped up my cooking and moved all food in the house through that backdoor. And as usual I paid not much attention to whatever had happened or was about to occur. Turned on the kitchen TV I sat at the table to enjoy my self-cooked meal. Then, my cellphone started ringing and I picked it up and said hello. Guess what, the other end of the line said: “Halo, bong ahhh, bong teu ey lov nerng?” Yikes!! I thought. Since when any girl would call me “bong” and talked so sweet like that? I felt flying in the air. And I smiled to myself and asked: “Neak na nerng?…”, no immediate response. “Hello, hello… Neak na nerng?”; I continued to ask. But still no response, and all fell silent after that. My quick thought was a woman or a friend had noticed me and began to like me. And for some reason she’d found my cell number and dialed me. But she was shy, I thought. Oh well, that’s just typical, I thought. We’ll get to know one another some day… And guess what?… La la… Never thought it was her. And she was playful.

    … B.R.B.

    [Message last modified 07-20-2008 05:17am by quotesman]

    #1504738
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    http://www.phnompenhpost.com/index.php/200806268861/Post-Life/Villagers-pray-to-spirits-of-ghost-house.html


    Passing motorists who glance at the building beside a quiet stretch of National Road 5 in Kampong Chhnang province are likely to assume it’s just another farm house.

    But a closer look reveals something eerie about the house, known according to local legend as “the house the ghost bought.”

    Cambodians who travel often on the highway know better than to pass the house without uttering a word of prayer or presenting offerings to appease the spirits believed to dwell within its splintering wooden walls.

    The stairs to the house have disappeared and visitors have to scale one of the wooden stilts on which it rests to gain entry.

    Inside, the house is empty apart from burnt incense sticks and a water jug. Despite flapping shutters that open to reveal dusty, surrounding fields, the house is surprisingly dust free.

    Phnom Penh resident Chhe Phallin and a group of relatives and friends recently drove the 120 kilometers to the Baribor district house to thank the spirits, whom she believes granted her wish about her father’s health.

    “My father had gone insane, even wandering naked in the streets at night,” she said as she made offerings of food and incense to thank the spirits.

    “I came to the house last month and prayed with incense and begged the spirits for help. Two days later my father came back to my house – normal. Now he looks after my daughter, cleans the house, cooks our meals. What can I say? I have to believe.”

    Phallin noted how clean the house was, even though “no one cleans it.”

    A movie filmed on location by the CamPro Film production company in 2006 tells the popular myth about the house. According to the myth, a young couple who had just moved into the newly built house was approached in a dream by a ghost who offered to buy it for $3,000 worth of gold. The couple agreed and in the morning, as promised, found the gold on their doorstep.

    But they did not move out, and after ignoring warnings from the ghost to vacate the house, the couple woke one morning in the surrounding field with their belongings set neatly around them.

    The movie shows the couple eventually leaving the house, but for any others who dare to sleep in it, according to the myth, the field awaits.

    Huy Yaleng, assistant to the director of CamPro Films, said the company decided to make the movie after hearing the myth about the house. He attributes the movie’s popularity throughout the country to a strong Khmer belief in superstition.

    “Most of the actors and actresses felt afraid when they realized they would be shooting at a real haunted house,” Yaleng said, “but nothing happened because before shooting we prepared a Buddhist prayer to ask the spirit if we could film the movie.”

    The caretaker of the house is 50-year-old Nhek Phea, whose family lives nearby. Phea said some elements of the movie are based on fact – the house was built in 1993 by his older sister, Samrith Lorn, who tried to sell it a year later for $3,000, an exorbitant price at the time.

    But the rest of the myth about the house is based on nothing more than rumor, Phea said.

    The myth, he said, began as the result of an offhand comment by a local villager, who had said no one would buy such a highly priced house and it would have to be sold to a ghost.

    “The house is now a holy place for believers in spirits,” said Phea. “Every day, many people come here to pray to the ghosts – even rich people drive their luxurious cars here to pray for good earnings. They make offerings of roasted pigs, chickens, and fruit, as well as money.”

    Phea said the cash offerings are donated to a nearby pagoda and nearby families often enjoy the food offerings. Last year one staunch believer in the myth spent $7,000 to build a concrete shrine honoring the ghosts that stands in front of the house.

    Phea said he tells everyone there are no ghosts but no one listens. The rumor continues to spread and the house keeps attracting an increasing number of Cambodians from throughout the country.

    Although he claims not to make any money from its fame, Phea is happy to maintain the house as a place of supplication and prayer.

    “The rumor cannot be stopped,” he said. “It’s a local belief.”

    #1504739
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    KomLostBong
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    So!!! Who was calling yesterday, then??? Was a female Ghost??? I believe Thats female ghost still a single and virgin!!! hehehheh!!1

    Omg!!! That house is has alots of ghosts living inside!!! Im so scared to live there by myself or with some-one…

    Yeeeeeeeee!!!Yeeeeeee!!! Ghost staying infront that door!!! Her eyes bling! bling!! at me……

    [i]Originally posted by quotesman[/i]
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    [color=gray]My imaginary rented playful house[/color]

    [color=olive]Allow me to write a fiction and share with friends here:

    Early spring of 2008. It’s been a few years now that I live alone in this modest 2 story 4 bedroom house, almost like a chalet, in a suberb near Napoleonville, some sixty miles west of New Orleans, Louisiana. It’s an eight decade old house that got a facelift a couple of weeks right before I rented it and moved in. I liked it, or so I thought. As a poor Cambodian man, I can’t affort to smoke or drink or prefer to have an army of friends to come over and party. I like my privacy and quietness. And of course the neighborhood here is perfectly cool. But a grand cemetary is just down the road from this house. Until it came to a certain date of wonder it didn’t really bother me. I knew the cemetary was there.

    I had jotted down this date of occurance. It was on Saturday April 19, 2008 in late afternoon. But the night hadn’t yet fell in the region. It was one of those beautiful sunny day that I spent time to do some cooking on a charcoal grill in my backyard. Whatta heck I had some fine time all by myself then. BBQ ribs and a couple hot dogs, and that was it. On that particular day it was breezy but not windy. A stormdoor on my backdoor for some reason slammed shut and startled me a bid. I thought I had shut that stormdoor every time right behind me after coming in or out. Nonetheless thing like that at first didn’t reallt catch my attention. I thought it was just an occasional strong wind that blew it shut.

    I wrapped up my cooking and moved all food in the house through that backdoor. And as usual I paid not much attention to whatever had happened or was about to occur. Turned on the kitchen TV I sat at the table to enjoy my self-cooked meal. Then, my cellphone started ringing and I picked it up and said hello. Guess what, the other end of the line said: “Halo, bong ahhh, bong teu ey lov nerng?” Yikes!! I thought. Since when any girl would call me “bong” and talked so sweet like that? I felt flying in the air. And I smiled to myself and asked: “Neak na nerng?…”, no immediate response. “Hello, hello… Neak na nerng?”; I continued to ask. But still no response, and all fell silent after that. My quick thought was a woman or a friend had noticed me and began to like me. And for some reason she’d found my cell number and dialed me. But she was shy, I thought. Oh well, that’s just typical, I thought. We’ll get to know one another some day… And guess what?… La la… Never thought it was her. And she was playful.

    … B.R.B.[/color]

    [Message last modified 07-06-2008 01:16pm by KomLostBong]

    #1504740
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    In a developing community called Bung Japan-Phnom Penh, a tale so great, people refuse to venture out at night.

    A woman was riding on the back of her husband’s motorcycle, with their two year old placed in between the couple. The husband was spooked by a stray dog and veered off into the stream. The husband was rushed to the hospital. The wife and child, drowned at the scene.

    After being emitted from the hospital, the husband decides to relocate. Everything he once cherished, sold off or given away. The sentimental objects now burnt to ashes. The house, land and Toyota corolla he once shared with his wife are not spread out amongst family members. He still blames himself for the loss till this day according to fellow friends.

    People swear they hear a baby’s cry, when day gives way to darkness. Never showing itself, the spirit haunts with noise.
    I can’t say the same about the mother. The community claims her spirit is in a state of unrest. Some swear they see her spirit walk along the empty dark roads crying and hollering for her husband. They claim her present non-threatening, but scary nonetheless.

    One man that drives his motto for a living retold a story of a fellow driver encountering her spirit one night after dropping of his passenger. He was about to re-cross the bridge, heading out onto the main road adjacent to the Russian Hospital. The streets of Cambodia get dark around 6:30pm daily so he knows to drive carefully in case of hitting pedestrians. He catches a glimpse of a female rising from the stream. He assumed a female was crazy until to bathe in a dirty stream, until he saw the image of her floating above the water. She opened her mouth to say, ‘bong jum oun pong’. The man wasn’t driving carefully after that event. He retired soon after.

    I never realized my cousins avoid crossing the bridge late at night. They would take the back entrance and took about 10 mins longer to get home. I didn’t question it, thinking they knew I enjoyed being on the back of a motorcycle/moped. I thought they wanted to prolong my enjoyment hahah.

    I don’t know the extent of truth to the story. I’m sure it’s exaggerated like everything else by Khmer folks but they are quite serious about the matter. People are hesitant to talk about it. One man told me it was ‘jong rai’ to speak of it. However when it comes out, everyone has a say in the matter. I would rather not discover it for myself. Ignorance is bliss.

    #1504741
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    KomLostBong
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    Please taking your time to figure out of what Im typing in here, becuz my English Skills Is inconvenience for you all understanding. But I try with all my best to serve you…Here’s a brief story of Tmart as below:

    In former, I estimated about more than 100 years ago. There’s a small town in Kampuchea Krom(renamed: South Vietnam), A richiest family who has only one beautiful daughter…Every days, she was end up…and dreamed about who was her true lover!!?? She’s always kept her secret inside her mind, she didnt even tell her parent a word at all….Years after years run out, but her dream was not happen at all, making her lovely face turned to Sad and dry, My belief was God to forget creat a Man for her. Thats why her heart shrink down and burn out of love…

    Another years later, her beloved parent pasted away, leaved their beautiful daughter living alone in a huge house without having brother or even sister. Aparentely, one EVENING, there was not much sunshine reflected to the earth, becuz its covered by the dark clouds, about 4:00 pm, The population livng in that town staying inside their homes, Outside was so quiet and winds started to blew from far and hit the forests making sound as like as “Sound of Music”. Sudentely, appeared a Man with Dressed up so Gentle and standed infront her door and he knocked” Tling! Tling! Tling! Tling!”, In his hand was “RedRoses” and he kept smile at her while she came over to the doors…

    She was shocked at a moment, becuz she couldnt recognize who that man was!!! But she had a feeling to attract that man. Becuz he’s a cute big man, and he’s a majecial man…Of course he’s…A Tmart Man too, thats why he could transformed to be anything with he wanted…

    One night later, boths them became a romance, they’re so happy living with each other…But a man had his own rule as: Honey!! every nights, if you wanted something or you wanted to wake up and pee, pee, Please maked sure to touch my body or called me first, oK!!!
    So…….Each time she wanted to get something she must called her husband, then he willing to serve her every thing…In couple months of nights later, She felt hungry at night times, but she couldnt get foods to deserve by herself, she had to call him doing for her. “Honey!! Im hungry..”
    No problem I cooked for you!! But Dont look at me, Ok!!

    Well!! It sounded to make her thinking of “WHY?” .Any way, she pretended to not look at him, but she heard a sound” Chhhaooo! Chhhaooo! Chhhaoooo!” for many times, but the foods were not ready to eat yet!!! Why???? TTThen she sneaked to look at him doing!!!……..

    Omg!!! Hes a TMart, not a Human being…Becuz he used his tounge to wip a hot pan for many times, Thats why hearing the sound ” Chhhaooo! Chhhhhaoooo! Chhhhhhhhhhaooo!” Then she standed up and run away from him……Putho ouy!! How could she run away from Him, becuz he’s a Tmart…He got MAD and twist her kneck immediately…

    End……….

    #1504742
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    Kaliboy
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    This thread is too scary! Im not reading!

    #1504743
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    chyya
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    whats that one ghost story where the guy goes home to a dead wife and infant and she cooks for him? that one gave me chills for a while

    #1504744
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    Kaliboy
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    [i]Originally posted by chyya[/i]
    whats that one ghost story where the guy goes home to a dead wife and infant and she cooks for him? that one gave me chills for a while

    You mean Aahp? Do they really exist or are they just myths to keep childrens home after dark?

    #1504745
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    Somgnatt1
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    im gonna try to stay away n not read this post..

    #1504746
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    Halo, bong, bong teu euy lov nerng?

    … and I continued to watch the tv and finish my evening meal as usual without a thought that it was somewhat odd and different than any other evening. Outside the house now the wind was picking up and getting stronger and sometimes I could hear the howling through the gap of the window when the wind gust hit it. It’s a few minutes past 8pm now. I didn’t turn off the tv, just lowered its volume a bit when I got ready to walk a short distance to the shower down the hall on this first floor of my rented house where the lights were every where and it looked nice.

    Sure enough, it was first time ever that I heard a noise unfamiliar to my ear when I was still in the shower. No, it wasn’t from my tv and I wasn’t singing Sin Sisamuth song that evening like I used to. For whatever reason I just enjoyed my lonely shower quietly and thought of nothing, not even about the unknown girl who called earlier. I was living alone here in this beautiful old house whose strange accounts had never been told to me. And I had never asked. Hadn’t been superstitious or spooked by any none sense so far. Until this night, this strange and unfamiliar noise that seemed to arouse my curiosity. I continue to clean off a couple more minutes or so but my mind was at the source of the sound from where it came. I heard what it was like someone was getting some utensil out of a drawer. I turned off my shower and listened some more. But I knew I was all alone in this house, and who else got access to my kitchen? The landlord? At this time of the day? Or even a burglar perhaps? That was more likely. I got a little nervous as I pulled up my pants silently and got ready to leave the shower..

    My heart beats increased and I was undecided of what I was supposed to do. I got stranded in this shower room a few more seconds before I decided to open its door and step out side. But first my instinct told me I had to turn out the light before I cracked that door open. So I did. Oh my poor Cambodian heart… oh boy, oh boy.. it was pounding like crazy now like I was on a first honeymoon or some thing. I must do it. Trying to make as little noise as possible I turned the knob slowly and cracked open that shower room door. You K-Cers tell me, how would you feel… as I opened that door.. oh my lord… kaboom.. I was greeted by a half face, pale as ghost, of a blond woman just outside that door only inches away from my face peeping and staring at me with a bright eye as I was about to step outside. That terribly startled and terrified me and I flung backward with shock.

    To my amazement, the woman suddenly disappeared and I hastily got out of the room to see where she went. And again, to my amazement she at the first step of the staircase leading to my bedroom. Look at the picture from above. From this room to that staircase is over thirty feet away so then how did she get there like magic? “This is not real”, I thought to myself. And I knew right then some thing “is” mysterious about this place and perhaps that was the reason I rent was quite affordable. Only a hundred dollars per month for such a beautiful 2 story 4 bedroom home.

    At the base of the staircase where she stood there were flowers scattered on the floor and a bouquet hung by where she stood. Look at the picture. Look, she’s staring at you too. And that’s what happened to me that evening in that house. From afar I could see both of her sharp eyes were locked on me. I was a bit frightened now because I knew for sure that this wasn’t some ordinary occurance I was witnessing. She stared at me from that staircase and I got my eyes fixed on her with fear. But I decided to walk over slowly toward her without taking my eyes off of her. Surely I was terrified…

    And look!! She turned around and she wasn’t walking up the stair but rather floating gracefully along that rail. Should I rush to the door and leave the house now…? My gosh, I couldn’t even think. I walked over to pick up some scattered flowers on the floor to examine what they were and how they got to my house. I then stood up and attempted to cast my eyes to my bedroom, but boo!! She was again only inches away from me staring straight in my face. I got so startled again by such an unexpected move of this mysterious woman, or alien, or worse of all a ghost in her activity tonight.

    Again I flung back… But she stood still and stared at me from the staircase the whole time. I was really afraid… My throat getting dried and I just could not think of what to do. Her pale face I noticed. But then she calmly spoke: “Bong, mor nes meus… “; and she turned as she began to float along that rail of the staircase, dragging her long white gown, toward my bedroom. It was so spooky that just I wanted to get out the house but I could not do it because I feared that she might be just right behind me again…

    What’d happen next would be quite interesting…

    #1504747
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    SnowGlobe
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    Quotesman, I have a funny feeling where you’re going with this…

    I would fight a ghost for a dress like that. B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L!!!

    #1504748
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    yeah i hear about that one, that was spookie mang

    [i]Originally posted by chyya[/i]
    whats that one ghost story where the guy goes home to a dead wife and infant and she cooks for him? that one gave me chills for a while

    #1504749
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    Darony
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    wow so many ghost stories…me like me like :)..please post more.

    Let the Refining and Improving of your own life keep you so busy that you have little time to criticize others
    #1504750
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    KomLostBong
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    Here’s another Ghost Story about 50 years ago, that story was occured in Khet Khleng(Soc Trang) Province, in Kampuchea krom(renamed South Vietnam).

    Miss. Co Tham 21 of ages, was a University Student of Truong Minh Giang Sai Gon = She’s a University Student of Truong Minh Giang Prey Noko. Once upon, She’s very awesome compared to all female students in her class and in that town, most guys of students were so CRAZY about her’s. No matter of what, she always ignored to all guys offered for marriage, she just wanted to be free gurl and made all guys to be crazy….

    It time for her coming back home town for a vacation, her home town behind Khleang Province, There were 3 months of vacation of period, she disliked to go anywhere at all, she just loved to relax and sitback in a field was walking from her home 1 hr watching the paqnorama of sunset in each evening, she liked to go that field every evening by herself, but she returned to home before sunset….In order to stay safe.

    One evening was very beautiful weather and clear sky…all kinds of birds flied around in a blue sky, some other group’s singing to each other all evening long, its just made Tham was particularly interesting on it, and she spent an hr and an hr to joint that wonderful evening…
    Omg!!! its so lated to turn back home(Thats she said), she’felt very worry on a way to go home, becuz the sky returned to darkness, its no-one stayed outside or walked on the road at all, the only Tham slowly walked to home by lonely inside the dark sky…

    Suddentely, its appeared 3 men chased her behind, they came over and over to closer to Tham, and threated her never moved or made noise at all…In the mean time, they pushed her down to land and they raped her…After they finished to rape her, then they killed her without compassion and considering at all, Co Tham passed away from that day, all her classmates waited and waited for her came back to school, and even her teacher too.

    Its time for co Tham came to town for revenge the advesaries, she knew how to transform from Ghost to a beautiful lady, good smile, tender boobs, soft butts and waiting for some guys drivers. Every evening about closer to sunset, she appeared and waited some guys in the road. Its no-one guy recognize who was she!!?? all guys though that gurl was good for “blow job”. then each of them guys picked up her and let she sitting behind him and he drove…just about couple minutes, Tham transformed from beautiful gurl to be Brutal Ghost, which mean her tounge long reach to hip, her mouth was full of cruck teeth, and huge eyes, large noses, stand up hairs and long neils…Omg!!! and she twisted his kneck all the time…She’s kept to revenge the guys for 5 years…There’re alots of guys were death by her”Twisted Kneck”

    Its a real story!!!

    End……

    #1504751
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    [i]Originally posted by SnowGlobe[/i]
    [color=purple].. I have a funny feeling ..[/color]

    SnowGlobe, you probably thought that the mysterious ghostly woman and I might end up in bed that night. No dear friend, no can’t do. Her face was so pale and bloodless like a dead person laid in a coffin. And besides the odor gave off from her body smelled somewhat like raw meat. She spooked me more than attracting me really. You would never have guessed who else had joined the fun that evening. As for the gown she wore, no you wouldn’t want it. It smelled like a dead person too.

    #1504752
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    SnowGlobe
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    I just had lunch…

    [i]Originally posted by quotesman[/i]

    [quote]
    [i]Originally posted by SnowGlobe[/i]
    [color=purple].. I have a funny feeling ..[/color]

    SnowGlobe, you probably thought that the mysterious ghostly woman and I might end up in bed that night. No dear friend, no can’t do. Her face was so pale and bloodless like a dead person laid in a coffin. And besides the odor gave off from her body smelled somewhat like raw meat. She spooked me more than attracting me really. You would never have guessed who else had joined the fun that evening. As for the gown she wore, no you wouldn’t want it. It smelled like a dead person too. [/quote]

    #1504753
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    quotesman
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    [i]Originally posted by SnowGlobe[/i]
    [color=chocolate]I just had lunch…[/color]


    Oops!! Sorry. I hope I didn’t ruin your appetite, SnowGlobe. But this one black headed girl shown in the picture was also playful. And she manifested herself during that evening too. Whatever they were, this was not a company I wanna keep or wanted to meet again especially when I was all alone in the house with many rooms. I became a believer of the manifestation of the spirits since that night.

    #1504754
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    KomLostBong
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    Well!! Thats all about Ghost stories…

    #1504755
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    quotesman
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    … At this moment I stood froze as if my whole body was now paralized and my feet cemented to the floor. That’s it, I’m dead, I thought to myself. My wish now was that some KC friends were actually here and spent the night at my home with me. I physically need some of you guys here now, really, I thought. My heart was beating like crazy and I couldn’t move but kept on observing the apparition’s movement as she levitated herself gracefully to upstairs dragging along her long white gown. Can you K-Cers imagine being all alone in a house of many rooms, up stairs down stairs, at this time of the evening and this is happening? As of now from the outside I could hear the sound of the wind rattling some windows of my house. I knew then that the wind was getting stronger and occasionally I saw some flashes of lightnings through the glass window. The storm came & covered the entire region and the sky must be getting dark and the rain was gonna pour down pretty soon, I thought. That’s it, so perfect timing to help enrich my fright night.

    I just got out of the shower a short moment ago and now the sweat leaked through my skin on my forehead as I stood there and observed. Yes, I was so terrified. I couldn’t move. And I couldn’t think of what to do. My legs seemed to lose strength and didn’t want to walk again. From upstairs she stood and turned around so slowly to look at me as she spoke but with just a single word; “bong”… Oh my goshhhh… Oh my goshhhhh, look at her… and she seemed to grow taller of a sudden. Much taller that her head could almost reach the ceiling, and her white pale face was getting larger as if it was decomposed. Oh my gosh, she stood still and continued to lock her eyes on me down here. She was somewhat getting bigger and taller up there and staring at me.

    From the corner of my eye I thought I just saw another apparition. A figure that looked like a black headed woman with pale face was just walking across the hall “through the wall” and into my shower room. I quickly turned and looked and she was gone into that room. The large and tall female apparition upstairs kept her eyes on me the whole time. I didn’t dare to go to the shower room to see who was just walking in. I knew it’s a ghost. All I wanted to do now was to drag my legs to the door and ran outside. But they seemed paralized. The thunder roared over head and I could hear some drops of rain began knocking on my glass window. And again, from the corner of my eye I saw an apparition, perhaps the same one, walked across the hall back through that wall. I looked again and saw her pale face looking at me too with a pair of solid black hollow eyes as if there were no eye balls in those sockets. “Bong”, the one upstairs called me again but this time her voice was coarse and heavier like a voice of an old grandma.

    I knew I must make a move now or never. I was so terrified and my heart was pounding faster. The tv in the kitchen continued to play what ever was in that channel. My feet were glued to the damn floor, or so I thought. But I gotta move, I gotta move, I gotta move. Pick up my damn paralized legs and move… I kept my eyes on her. And oh my gosh… She began to move with her eyes locked on me. She was literally walking, not floating, back down slowly toward me. And I could hear her knocking footsteps on the stairs. She was coming closer. She was larger and taller than she first had appeared. I gotta move… I gotta move… nowwwww or never…

    … B.R.B. for the final ending. Stay tune.

    #1504756
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    TSerey
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    I thought it’s called “Neang Kola Pleurg?” Is this the story about a woman who passed away while trying to give birth to her unborn child? At night time, she would sings lullaby song waiting for her husband to come back home.
    *Burrrrrrrrrrr* Just typing this give me goosebumps.

    [i]Originally posted by Kaliboy[/i]

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    [i]Originally posted by chyya[/i]
    whats that one ghost story where the guy goes home to a dead wife and infant and she cooks for him? that one gave me chills for a while

    You mean Aahp? Do they really exist or are they just myths to keep childrens home after dark?[/quote]

    [Message last modified 07-08-2008 07:07pm by TSerey]

    #1504757
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    i’ve heard cambodian said that a ghost afraid of you naked behind. they say when you encounter a ghost, pull your pants down and shine you moon at it.

    #1504758
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    what type of project..are you doing a movie? I have plenty :)

    [i]Originally posted by praCh[/i]
    If you know any good Khmer ghost stories please feel free to share. I am working on a project in that subject matter so I am going need all the help I can get.

    Any story you might have heard from your parents, aunt, cousins, brother, sisters, friends, neighbors,..etc,. you can even make up your own.. ha,..what ever. please feel free to share.

    thank you in advance.

    #1504759
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    No, I’ven’t forgotten my return.
    Hang on ghost lovers. As soon as
    I finish chasing the ghostly tale I’ll
    quickly share my spooky experience with ya,
    so wait awhile, alright ghost lovers?

    #1504760
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    yes, we are currently gattering notes and interviews for a feature film.

    #1504761
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    let me know when you’re auditioning for the ghost role. evident in the following picture i was born for it:

    [i]Originally posted by praCh[/i]
    yes, we are currently gattering notes and interviews for a feature film.

    #1504762
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    well there is a ghost house in L.A. It known as the red brick house..Khmer ppl use to live there before and always end up sleeping in the hallway or on the floor. after 1 month they moved out. I was about 10 back then and i was a next neighbor. It is behind a big park with alot of peaches and yellow fruit tree. The house is currently still there..owner offer to live there for free and just take care of the property….

    [i]Originally posted by praCh[/i]
    yes, we are currently gattering notes and interviews for a feature film.

    #1504763
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    Jane you don’t need to audition, your hired !

    #1504764
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    Are you sure? She’s too pretty for it! =)

    [i]Originally posted by praCh[/i]
    Jane you don’t need to audition, your hired !

    #1504765
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    I have a role for you to Sophea. The script is coming along. Don’t back out the last minute though :)

    #1504766
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    Kadin, where are you???? Don’t you want to share what you shared with me in public? I’m still sleeping with my nightlight all because of you. You’re paying for my electricity bill next month..

    Anyhow, 3 years ago a girlfriend of mine moved to Ontario and there’s this one scary one lady that always appear in her dreams yelling at her. While my friend was taking pictures of her son, she went back and searched for it,then all of a sudden she saw pictures of that white lady that appeared in her dreams in her camera!!!!!!!!! It’s been 3 years and I’m still not over it yet. =(.. I’ll ask her for the picture.

    #1504767
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    I can be scary-looking and mean…bring it on..haha

    [i]Originally posted by praCh[/i]
    I have a role for you to Sophea. The script is coming along. Don’t back out the last minute though :)

    #1504768
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    … Walking down the stair case slowly with her pale and ugly decomposed face turned toward me and her dark hollow eyes had never left me. They pinned down my fear that the awful look of her ghostly image could just zap my spirit like one’s stepping on a stripped live wire with bare foot. Prolerng nov jung sawk’ heuy eilov nis. Ott mean norna mork kuoh tvear juoy kyom soh. Yap mane. And look!! she inexplicably grew taller with overside body dressed in white gown. This presence of hers was quite intimidating as she’s getting foot by foot closer & closer. This ghost possessed a mind that loved to scare the heck out of me. And sure enough I was sweating and frightened. Outside, the rain was pouring down hard with strong wind battering every thing in its path as the heavy sound of thunder roared and rolled across the sky over head.

    Suddenly, “kabaaaam”, a cracking sound of a mighty strike was so loud just above the roof and it knocked out all lights in the house. Oh man, it was completely dark now after a very bright white flash of light that I saw through a window ensued by a glass shaking cracking sound of a strike of a lightning rod. And that perhaps silenced the paranormal activities I was witnessing tonight. At this very moment I was standing still in horror. My forehead continued to sweat. It’s all dark now that I could barely see a thing. My feet were still quite as heavy as a pair of stone and did not want to move. It’s my frightening night really and I didn’t wanna blink my eyes but kept them wide open and fixed on the stair where the apparition was once moving. But nothing there now. Even when the darkness in the house was lit up by occasional lightning the stair was empty, I could see. A chilly horrific moment I was in and all I wanted to do now was to get to the door and get out.

    A cood breeze was somehow blowing right through me momentarily. But my feet now began to gain some stregth that I started to walk fearfully toward the backdoor. I was walking sideway so that I could keep my eyes on the stairs. The flash of lightning shined into the house allowed me to see things briefly and I could see that it was all calm. But my heart was pounding like crazy – I wanted to get out on the street and get some help. I kept moving sideway toward the backdoor. And voila, I did not look at the door but my right hand kept searching and trying to feel the doorknob. Of course I could find that doorknob and I tried to turn it to crack open that door. But the damn knob would not turn. Tried as I might it would not turn to open the damn door. I was really frustrated and fearful… I stood by the door and now the view of the staircase was blocked by a corner of a wall in the room. I continued to look to the same direction with so much frightened feeling. Nothing is happening now, I kept assuring myself, but that didn’t calm my fear.

    Listen to this… Now once again I began to hear what sounded like a group of people marching in a band and talking in a language that I could not understand. Where did that strange sound come from? I listened. It was all coming from the upstairs. Once again in the darkness I stood froze all alone by the backdoor. My heart was racing a thousand miles per hour. I kept my eyes on the corner of the wall but I also managed to turn the doorknob hoping that it would crack open so I could run outside. But to no avail. It would not even turn. I tried to unlock it and still it didn’t do any good. The marching & mumbling voice was increasing in volume as if it’s coming closer and closer. I stood still and stayed calm with so much fear.

    And now it sounded like footsteps of a group of people walking on the second floor and coming down the stair. The human marching voice continued and it’s getting heavier. And look!! Emerging from the corner of the wall that blocked the staircase and out of the darkness came a bluish glowing group of four tall individuals dressed in what looked like white bluish robe with hood carrying a beautiful coffin through the hallway. Yes, It’s all happening before my very eyes tonight in my $100 per month rented house. As of now the house was still without any sort of light. These mysterious beings, whatever they were, and the coffin were fairly glowing that I could see a good detail, some thing I opt not to describe because it’s difficult. The four beings stopped in the middle of the hallway and rested the coffin on the floor. They stood still side by side with the coffin and faced the other way that it disabled me to see their complexion. Or perhaps I wouldn’t wanna see any of them either for I knew they were ghosts in their manifestation. All alone witnessing it and I was about to leak in my pant.

    The hair stood on the back of my neck and I could feel the cold air passing through around me. I continued to stand still and observe with fear. All they did just stood there by the coffin as if they wanted to entertain me with horror. And look, the lid on the coffin began to lift and open. I was once again more terrified than ever. I grabbed the doorknob so tight and jerked it. I needed to open that damn door. But it wouldn’t do. The thunder roared in the night sky and the rain continued to pour down so heavily. The lid on the coffin opened half way and it stood straight up. From my stand point it looked like a red light glowing fron inside that coffin and out of it some white reddish smoke spewing up. Occasionally, the lightning flashed and shined the room. Angry thunder was still roaring & rolling in the sky… Ghost lovers… Out of the corner of the wall that blocked the stairway an ugly and terrifying face emerged. I saw it. And it looked at me. There she was. It was her again. Her head almost reached the ceiling and she was coming toward me… slowly step by step she was getting closer and closer to me… “Bong… bong theu ey nerng?” She spok to me with a coarse voice like a voice of an elderly woman. She’s getting closer and I thought I’d lose my contiousness any second now.

    But then, a very bright flash of lightning shined in the room of the house and it was quickly ensued by not just one but two cracking sounds of thunderbolts that struck both the ghost woman and the coffin with the four beings. All went blank…. I woke up in a hospital room with nurses and newsmen around my bed…. I did not reutrn to that occupied house again. Chob heuy…

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