I believe many people have heard horror stories in educational institutions, mostly in universities or schools. So today, let's listen to some horror stories from vocational education.
Let's go back to about two years ago, during my second year of vocational college. The college I attended was a private institution in Bangkok. The story I'm about to tell is about a friend of mine in my program, let's call him Win. Win was quite a misbehaving character, enjoying skipping classes, getting into occasional fights, and smoking cigarettes.
During the week leading up to the final exams, most professors would expect students to start clearing their work. On that day, most of my classmates and I attended classes as usual, except for Win. If I remember correctly, He was late that day, arriving around a little after 10 a.m. Even though my college was a private institution, it didn't mean that being late was acceptable. It still had rules and regulations like any other college.
As soon as Win entered the college grounds, the administrative teacher who saw him immediately stepped out to intercept him.
"Hey! you. Why are you late?"
Administrative Teacher or what we commonly referred to as Mr. Thongchai spoke with a scolding tone and pointed his cane towards him.
"The traffic was heavy, so I came late, sir."
Win spoke with a calm tone, seemingly unapologetic at all, even slightly. Mr. Thongchai, upon hearing this, immediately shook his head.
"If you knew the traffic was bad, you should have woken up earlier than this. Learn to manage your time better. You've been late several times already. At this point, your behavior score is depleted."
Mr. Thongchai spoke, and he also recorded Win's behavior in the notebook. Upon hearing that, Win roll your eyes slightly. Let me explain first: Mr. Thongchai is an elderly administrative teacher who has been working at this college for ten years, and he will retire in a few more years. His seniority commands respect from most students and teachers alike, except for troublemakers like Win.
"After class, come to the student discipline office. I'll assign you some volunteer work to boost your grades."
Win, upon hearing that, immediately frowned and looked displeased.
"I'm not available in the evening,"
He replied in a calm tone, but the response he received only made him even more moody.
After speaking, Mr. Thongchai dismissed Win from the room immediately. Win couldn't argue and walked out of the room in frustration.
the evening, when students were done with their classes, Win went straight home, not going to the appointment Mr. Thongchai had set. While walking through the courtyard next to the construction site, he suddenly heard someone calling out to him. Win turned toward the voice and saw a group of teenagers he didn't recognize. One of them walked straight towards him with a confrontational expression.
"Hey, are you from Wasin?"
"Wasin" here refers to our college, the full name being "Wasinsart College." As for those kids, they are from other institutions. He knew that they were looking for trouble right now. Anywhere a student from Wasinsart goes, students from other institutions are ready to pick and look for trouble with them.
Win looked at the person in front of him with a calm face, without fear, taking a deep breath before moving slightly to dodge. But the person in front, seeing that he was about to walk away, immediately shifted to block Win and forcefully pushed his shoulders.
"You being arrogant? think handsome?"
Win nudged his tongue against the inside of his cheek in frustration before letting out another sigh. One of the other guys stepped forward, joining in, and glaring at Win with a look that signaled he was ready to cause trouble.
Given the situation, Win knew a confrontation was inevitable. Despite his attempts to maneuver away, the group of teenagers wouldn't let him leave, pushing and abusing him instead. As expected, Win ended up fighting with them. Although he had some fighting skills from his middle school years, where he had learned martial arts, taking on four or five guys alone was no easy task.
After the fight, they all ended up at the police station. Win and the other kids were detained separately while waiting for their guardians to bail them out. Hours passed, and the parents of the other kids started showing up to take them home, Only Win alone. He continued to wait until around 10 PM when someone finally came to bail him out. Win followed the officer and, to his surprise, the person who came to bail him out was none other than Mr. Thongchai.
After Mr. Thongchai finished paying the bail, they both walked out of the police station. Win turned to thank the teacher and asked for his bank account number to repay the money, but Mr. Thongchai refused. He pushed Win's hand, which was holding the phone, away and said...
"You don't need to repay it. Just keep it. And next time, don't get look for trouble with anyone."
Win didn't respond, but he just nodded in return.
The next day, Win came to school as usual, and this time he wasn't late. As soon as he stepped into the college, he sensed something unusual. Normally, Mr. Thongchai would be out inspecting the students' uniforms every morning, but today, there was no sign of him at all.
After the flag-raising ceremony, he walked up to the building to attend classes as usual. That day, I had a chat with Win about his altercation with students from another institution. To be honest, we were somewhat close because we had studied together in junior high, but we weren't that close. We only started getting closer when we studied here.
While studying, Win suddenly noticed something behind the teacher at the front of the classroom. He glanced at the figure behind the teacher and realized it was a shadowy silhouette resembling someone staring back at him. At that moment, Win felt no fear whatsoever. He stared back at the shadow until I, sitting in front, called out to him, causing him to snap out of the trance.
"Win, what are you looking for?"
Win turned to look at me, his eyes filled with confusion and doubt. He glanced back towards the front of the room once more, only to find that the black shadow had now disappeared.
"No, nothing."
He turned to answer me before subtly exhaling and rubbing his temples gently. What he saw sometimes could be due to Sleep Deprivation.
At the same time, after I finished asking him, I turned back to sit and continued studying as usual, unaware that there might be some strange events happening afterward.
While we were studying, we suddenly heard a loud thud from the back. I turned to see that it was Win falling on the table, fast asleep. Everyone in the room was startled, and the teacher hurried over to check on him.
"What happened to Napat?"
She asked while gently shaking Win, lifting him from the desk. However, she was startled once again when she noticed that as she was about to lift Win up, blood suddenly dripped down. I quickly got up to help the teacher lift Win and found a significant wound on his head.
"Badly. Call an ambulance right now."
The teacher who saw Win's condition immediately told classmates in the room to call an ambulance. Shortly after, the ambulance arrived with paramedics who quickly attended to Win and transported him to the hospital. At that moment, I requested to accompany them in the ambulance because I was concerned about him. Despite not being very close, he was still a friend I had known since the beginning of school. Additionally, he didn't have any other friends with him.
When we arrived at the hospital, I waited for the doctor to examine Win's condition. The teacher didn't come with us, and I wasn't sure why. Maybe it's because Win is a Delinquency that the other teachers don't pay attention to, plus his parents are influential people. So, I don't want anyone to bother me.
Shortly after, the doctor called me in to discuss Win's condition. The doctor explained that it was due to Win not getting enough rest, causing him to doze off unexpectedly. Before asking for more details, like whether he had been working part-time or playing games excessively, which I answered to the best of my knowledge, the doctor showed me an X-ray image and pointed to the bone around the shoulder area.
"The doctor found bruising on the patient's shoulder resembling finger marks. After taking an X-ray, the doctor discovered small fractures in the bone around the shoulder. Do you happen to know if the patient had any altercation with someone?"
I was so stunned by what I heard that I couldn't even speak. Wait, what could these bruises resembling finger marks possibly mean? As far as I can recall, Win didn't mention anything about this to me. Could he be hiding something? I recounted yesterday's events to the doctor directly. The doctor then speculated that it might be from an altercation Win had with those outside college.
After finishing my conversation with the doctor, I headed straight to Win's recovery room, making sure to inform the on-duty teacher as well. Entering the recovery room, I settled onto the sofa. As I sat there, my eyes wandered and caught something at the foot of the bed.
I gradually lifted my head, feeling a slow sense of shock creeping over me as I realized that the person standing at the foot of the bed was Mr. Thongchai, looking at Win with pity in his eyes. But the thing is, Mr. Thongchai has been Died since yesterday. When I saw that, I couldn't do anything until Win, who was lying on the bed, began to move. When I turned to the end of the bed, I found that he was gone.
I hurriedly rushed to the bed and gently helped him sit up before asking about what happened. Win looked at me for a moment before quietly exhaling and narrating the events he encountered.
Let's rewind to the moment when Win was staring at the whiteboard. Suddenly, the black shadow emerged again, but this time it didn't just stand there. It climbed onto the whiteboard before stopping and turning its head to look at him with completely white eyes. Not only that, but the other students in the room also seemed to turn into black shadows all gazing at him.
The moment he witnessed it, he was speechless. Win wasn't someone who believed in ghosts and wasn't scared, but encountering such him didn't know where to put myself. The situation now felt like those horror movies he had watched, both in atmosphere and feeling. But one thing was for sure: the fear of these ghosts was ten times scarier than in any movie.
Win breathed quickly, sweeping his gaze around, ready to leave the room. But before he could even stand up from his chair, a mysterious hand touched his shoulder, prompting him to sit back down in place.
Win slowly glanced towards his shoulder and found that the hand gripping him was pale black, with wounds so deep that the flesh inside was visible. The breath of the figure behind him crept closer to the back of his neck before it spoke with a dry, raspy voice.
"Where are you running off to, Napat? You haven't even finished fixing your grades yet."
Even though the hoarse voice was almost unintelligible, Win immediately recognized that the person behind him was indeed Mr. Thongchai. But why was Mr. Thongchai here in this state? However, at that moment, Win didn't care whether Mr. Thongchai was a ghost or a person. He just wanted to get out of there. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to escape, the pressure only increased, making it increasingly difficult for him to move. His shoulders began to ache as if his bones were about to break.
With the pain from the hand pressing down more and more until he began to be unable to bear it, Win finally decided to speak a sentence.
"I'll go and fix the pending grades. So, let me go."
As soon as he finished speaking, the squeeze force slowly loosened before disappearing. Win raised his head, sweeping his gaze around the room, finding that the dark shadows had vanished completely, leaving only empty tables. He exhaled deeply, trembling slightly, then touched his hand to the shoulder where it had been squeezed, wincing in pain as if it were about to break. He closed his eyes and slumped onto the table, exhausted, before everything faded away.
After Win finished recounting the incident, he asked about Mr. Thongchai and why he had encountered him in such a state. At that moment, I sat thinking for a while because I feared that if I told him the truth, he might feel guilty. But in the end, I chose to tell him everything.
Going back to yesterday, after Mr. Thongchai bailed Win out, he drove back home. However, on the way, a dog suddenly ran across the road, causing Mr. Thongchai's car to veer off the road and crash into a large tree. But at that moment, Mr. Thongchai did not die immediately.
He tried to remain calm and crawled out of the car to seek help from passersby. However, before he could get fully out of the car, the large tree he had crashed into suddenly broke and fell on him, crushing Mr. Thongchai. In the end, he died right there.
When I finished telling the story, tears immediately streamed down Win's face as he blamed himself for causing the incident. I didn't know what else to do, so I stayed close by to comfort him and prevent him from thinking about taking his own life.
After a week, Win recovered and was discharged from the hospital. As soon as he got out, he went straight to meet Mr. Thongchai's relatives to apologize to Mr. Thongchai's family.
Mr. Thongchai's family didn't hold any grudges. They understood and forgave Win, even comforting him. As for Mr. Thongchai's spirit, we never encountered it again after that day. I believe that the teacher has likely moved on to heaven.
When Win returned to school, he fixed his affective score and stopped behaving badly. During the final exams, Win even scored at the top of our major, transforming into a completely different person. Our relationship also grew closer, and we became best friends. Other classmates and teachers began to approach Win more, and now he's well known throughout the college.