Before P.N. story by Ped, translated by Boom

Ped, our first staff at Phranakorn Nornlen. And this is the story he wants to share with us!
3 years ago, when I first walked pass PN’s gate, what I was thinking about this place is :- how extremely silent it is! The soi (Thai word which means an alley) which is our hotel located is so deserted and we hardly see people. Even it was an afternoon with a broad daylight, the place was quite dark as it was at night because all window panels were painted in dark colour. And there were not enough lights that helped reducing our fear, especially my friends – they were frightened of spirits!What we came across at that night shall not be forgotten in my whole life!!!That night, all of us heard something that made us can’t sleep. Some (of us) thought that there is a burglar while some thought that there is a ghost. Then we decided to open the door to look for the origin of that sound. We went to upstairs until we reached the rooftop where there was a flashlight aside the building but at last we found nothing…All of us looked at one another’s faces like asking what we should do. No one answered but ran away although our legs were shaking. All of us only thought about our destination – our room. We ran and didn’t think about anything else!Next day, none of us left the room because we still thought of what happened yesterday. Luckily, we didn’t see anything…Later, we asked our neighbors that what this place was in yesterdays. And we got te answer that it used to be a fleabag (a small hotel with prostitute, you will have no doubt why all window panels were painted in dark color anymore.) and on the rooftop, there was a joss-house. Then we understood that at that night, it might be the act of a guardian spirit who took care of this place. And we learned that since we were here, we have forgotten to light up any incense-sticks to pay respect to them (in tradition, when we stay or live in the other place we should light incense-sticks to pay respect to the guardian spirits of that place) And since we did that, we never see anything strange anymore!.”One day, while I was fixing up the light for a girl who lived nearby our hotel, I found a diary which was written by a woman who came from Chiang Rai Province (it is located in the northern part of Thailand). She was betrayed to work as a prostitute. (I couldn’t read it all because the papers were torn by termites and the words weren’t clear because it was written by pencil). She told us through words that whoever denied to do that, she would be flogged, starved or even detained in a room until she could settle her debts, then she would be free and go back home. I felt sorry for them so much. If she is still alive, I think she is about 60 years old!It’s a shame that I burn up that diary. If you read it, you will be touched by her story.”