Long, long ago, there was a dreadfully quiet stream near which the local people lived with fear. Day after day, many more people were haunted to death one after another as a result.
One day, when a woman who was back from her rice paddy at a rather dark night reached the stream, she saw a beautiful girl who while walking toward her said, "Hold on, Auntie!, would you mind if crossed the stream with you?"
“Why don’t you go across it by yourself?” replied the woman. “No! I’m afraid I would be drowned, she answered, and imploring that please help carry me across the stream with you. The woman at her plear put her on her back right away.
Reaching the middle section of the stream, the girl started her action by transforming herself into a dreadful appearance with long neck and long messy hair, while her eyes swelled up so largely as those of red crabs. She kept sticking her tongue in and out. On sight of it, the woman was so extremely frightened that she almost got heart attack right then.
The Auntie ran away with difficulty to her house. She could hardly breathe out of panic, lost consciousness, felt seriously ill in a delirious state, felt like having no appetite for food or drink, had her hair lost gradually and continued to losing her weight until she was finally made to death.
When the sun almost set, the situation near the stream was so quite because no one dared to come near the stream since it had ghosts waiting to seize souls of persons crossing the stream.
One afternoon, a group of men gathered to drink liquor from noon to d k. Brother Chheut! Please go back home soon sin e there are many ghosts coming out at nighttime." One of the men warned Uncle Chheut. He just ignored it and said "Don't talk about ghosts! I can't even find one to be used as medicinal herbs."
When it was getting dark at night, Chheut returned home. The dew was falling. The breeze was blowing gently through us, making us feel as cold as immortal water. Dogs were howling sharply through the quiet night. When he got at the stream bank, he saw a gorgeous woman who was as beautiful as an angel.
Seeing the woman, he said to her, "Hey, you girl! Why are you sitting right here?” The woman replied with sad face, "I want to cross to the other bank, but I just don't dare to cross because I'm afraid that my new dress would get wet".
Chheut thought, "This woman must be a ghost because she dares to sit here alone." Therefore, he replied, "No problem! If so, I will help you across for this time."
Hearing so, she was delighted since she thought that she got another good opportunity. She then put her arms around Chheut's neck gently, while he took out his Krama, a type of Khmer cotton scarf, and tied her with him.
This tying seems to have been prepared in advance. "Brother, why did you tie me like this way?" she doubted and asked. "Well, it is to make sure you won't fall off me into the water," answered Uncle Chheut. Reaching the middle of the stream, the beautiful woman started her action toward Uncle Chheut.
She stuck out her tongue out, made her hair become unruly, bled her eyes and cried out piercingly. Whatever she did, Chheut was still not scared. The more she scared him, the more he just laughed.
Uncle Chheut carried her across the stream back and forth many times. She panicked, so she begged the man that, "Please let me go of me; never again will I haunt others." However she begged him, uncle Chheut couldn’t be deceived.
She tried using all means including screaming which sounded piercingly arid fearfully. The man had stone heart and just kept walking until nearly dawn and then he was still walking. When seeing the sky becoming light red, she was so frightened, and turned herself into log.
When he arrived home, Uncle Chheut stripped the log into thin slices, and immediately at that time, blood started bleeding from the log.Then, Uncle Chheut took those thin wood chips to soak in his liquor.
Whenever he went out, ghosts cried out that, "Let's run away. Ghost-eating man is approaching." Those ghosts ran away through different ways and found no other place else to live. All ghosts named Uncle Chheut "The Ghost Head" ever since.
At that time, villagers living along both stream banks were grateful to Uncle Chheut, a brave man who dispersed the ghosts. The villagers also held a religious ceremony to make offerings to monks so that the merit from this act would help the ghosts' souls be able to get incarnated or live in peaceful world.
Since then, local villagers crossed the stream day and night safely at no sight of any haunting ghosts.
THE END
"No Bravery and Commitment, No Advancement!"
One day, when a woman who was back from her rice paddy at a rather dark night reached the stream, she saw a beautiful girl who while walking toward her said, "Hold on, Auntie!, would you mind if crossed the stream with you?"
“Why don’t you go across it by yourself?” replied the woman. “No! I’m afraid I would be drowned, she answered, and imploring that please help carry me across the stream with you. The woman at her plear put her on her back right away.
Reaching the middle section of the stream, the girl started her action by transforming herself into a dreadful appearance with long neck and long messy hair, while her eyes swelled up so largely as those of red crabs. She kept sticking her tongue in and out. On sight of it, the woman was so extremely frightened that she almost got heart attack right then.
The Auntie ran away with difficulty to her house. She could hardly breathe out of panic, lost consciousness, felt seriously ill in a delirious state, felt like having no appetite for food or drink, had her hair lost gradually and continued to losing her weight until she was finally made to death.
When the sun almost set, the situation near the stream was so quite because no one dared to come near the stream since it had ghosts waiting to seize souls of persons crossing the stream.
One afternoon, a group of men gathered to drink liquor from noon to d k. Brother Chheut! Please go back home soon sin e there are many ghosts coming out at nighttime." One of the men warned Uncle Chheut. He just ignored it and said "Don't talk about ghosts! I can't even find one to be used as medicinal herbs."
When it was getting dark at night, Chheut returned home. The dew was falling. The breeze was blowing gently through us, making us feel as cold as immortal water. Dogs were howling sharply through the quiet night. When he got at the stream bank, he saw a gorgeous woman who was as beautiful as an angel.
Seeing the woman, he said to her, "Hey, you girl! Why are you sitting right here?” The woman replied with sad face, "I want to cross to the other bank, but I just don't dare to cross because I'm afraid that my new dress would get wet".
Chheut thought, "This woman must be a ghost because she dares to sit here alone." Therefore, he replied, "No problem! If so, I will help you across for this time."
Hearing so, she was delighted since she thought that she got another good opportunity. She then put her arms around Chheut's neck gently, while he took out his Krama, a type of Khmer cotton scarf, and tied her with him.
This tying seems to have been prepared in advance. "Brother, why did you tie me like this way?" she doubted and asked. "Well, it is to make sure you won't fall off me into the water," answered Uncle Chheut. Reaching the middle of the stream, the beautiful woman started her action toward Uncle Chheut.
She stuck out her tongue out, made her hair become unruly, bled her eyes and cried out piercingly. Whatever she did, Chheut was still not scared. The more she scared him, the more he just laughed.
Uncle Chheut carried her across the stream back and forth many times. She panicked, so she begged the man that, "Please let me go of me; never again will I haunt others." However she begged him, uncle Chheut couldn’t be deceived.
She tried using all means including screaming which sounded piercingly arid fearfully. The man had stone heart and just kept walking until nearly dawn and then he was still walking. When seeing the sky becoming light red, she was so frightened, and turned herself into log.
When he arrived home, Uncle Chheut stripped the log into thin slices, and immediately at that time, blood started bleeding from the log.Then, Uncle Chheut took those thin wood chips to soak in his liquor.
Whenever he went out, ghosts cried out that, "Let's run away. Ghost-eating man is approaching." Those ghosts ran away through different ways and found no other place else to live. All ghosts named Uncle Chheut "The Ghost Head" ever since.
At that time, villagers living along both stream banks were grateful to Uncle Chheut, a brave man who dispersed the ghosts. The villagers also held a religious ceremony to make offerings to monks so that the merit from this act would help the ghosts' souls be able to get incarnated or live in peaceful world.
Since then, local villagers crossed the stream day and night safely at no sight of any haunting ghosts.
THE END
"No Bravery and Commitment, No Advancement!"
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