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  • #1504737
    Avatar of praCh
    praCh
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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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    quotesman
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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
    Avatar of KomLostBong
    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
    Avatar of SnowGlobe
    SnowGlobe
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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
    Avatar of KomLostBong
    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
    Avatar of chyya
    chyya
    Participant

    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..

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