"When will you come back..?" Wailing words rang out from the tall Thai house every night. Nearby villagers often heard the young man's shrill voice, which all the villagers believe are the spirits of slaves who died in a mass arson murder from a robbery hundreds of years ago. Even though the condition of the house has been taken care of, the spirit remains. He seemed to be waiting for his master's return, who promised to return but then disappeared and never returned.

You are standing in the place where the villagers rumored to have spirits living there, but you don't care and you don't believe the rumors. This house was inherited from your great-grandfather, and you just wanted to see its condition in order to sell it. As you climb the stairs to the top of the house, a strange gust of wind hits your face, and every door and window slam shut. You hear soft, eerie words in your ear:

“you finally come back. I've been waiting for hundreds of years."