In 1990, I was a teacher.
I was assigned to teach children at Battambang.
There was a building for teachers to stay in.
I got a room close to the stairs. My room had three windows; one was in front, next to the door, and the other two were on the opposite wall.
I went to school from morning till evening. Generally, I arrived in the room about 6pm. There were other teachers staying in the building. They usually called me to have dinner outside, but I did not because I liked to eat in my room.
When I finished dinner, I closed the two windows and door; only the window next to the door was opened. I took a shower, and then I checked my pupils’ assignment. While I corrected pupils’ assignments, I usually noticed a hand on the open window. At first, I thought it was a shadow caused by the lamp’s light. But it was there almost every day and every evening when I did my task.
One night, I was checking the exercise of my pupils. I turned my head to the window to see if the hand was there or not. I saw that hand. It was there, the same place. I stopped and looked at it carefully. It was white and looked like the hand of a lady. I wanted to know, so I got off the chair and walked to the door. I opened the door and looked. No one was near the window, and the hand was not there.
‘Why?’ I thought.
I went in my room and walked to the window. The hand had disappeared. I put question in my head, ‘perhaps I dazzled.’ So, I closed the window and door and walked to my seat. I sat down and continued my work.
Then I heard something on the window. I turned my face and I saw that hand. It was on the window, at the same place. I was surprised. How could it come in? I felt goosebumps.
The room was hot, but then it turned to be cool and cooler and cooler. I was frightened. I got off the chair and ran to open the door. I ran quickly to the next room, opposite direction, and knocked on the door. It was the room of the female teacher. I did not dare to look at the window. I knocked and knocked. The room owner did not open. I knocked strongly. I was so scared. Then the door was opened. The lady wore the skirt wrapped around her bosom. She showed a question on her face. I did not say anything; I just got into her room and asked her to close the door immediately. She followed me. She asked me, “What’s happened?” I did not answer yet. I asked her, “Can I stay with you tonight?” She looked at me and then said, “OK.”
I stayed in her room quietly. She did not ask me that night.
In the morning, I got up and back to my room.
The sun was shining, but I was still frightened. The lamp in my room was switched on the whole night. I kept it. I took a very quick shower and dressed up for school. I met with other teachers at lunchtime, including a lady teacher with whom I shared a room. She asked me, and I told her and everyone. They seemed not surprised.
One of the teachers said, “It is normal. We ever saw, and all teachers that stay in the building have seen it.”
I was so scared when I heard. I was told that it was the hand of a ghost. The ghost was a woman. I was afraid she would come to me again, so I asked the manager of the building to change to another building near the school.
One year later, I came back to work in Phnom Penh.
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