There are stories that the day I traveled from Sakon Nakhon and Mukdahan homes to return home where I live, it is home to me since I was small Toshiba. When you reach home in time for dinner with my mom and sister. Help each other to eat rice together as ever until 20.00 pm is the time I have to stay home alone with my sister because she must be on call at hospitals and community health promotion in nights of this, I have an event takes place. During the time that I'm sleeping on it like a dream, or it may not guess. There is a big dark-skinned shadow shape. There are no faces are walked toward me, then stood staring me with scary eyes. I try to forget but it is not possible, then the shadow move came near with all its terrifying reach ugly until I was born the extreme fear. I am willing, many chanting around a shadow, but it is still standing, I looked at it, and then the event I was never told mother to sister listen to until today, I may not know what a shadow is a shadow of the who.
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