I am a farang. A white boy. My skin is so white, it blinds people when I take my shirt off. I came to Bangkok to train in Muay Thai. Let's just say it didn't work out so well. While shopping, I found an amulet that I thought looked "cool". It was about 3 inches tall, and appeared to be the image of a baby. I didn't speak Thai at the time, so I couldn't understand what the seller was trying to tell me. If I could have understood him, then I would never have taken the amulet home.
My girlfriend Nok is from Issan. Her skin is as dark as mine is white. She was horrified when she saw what I purchased from the market. She explained to me that the amulet I bought was a KumonThong. It is the spirit of a dead baby that has been transferred to the amulet. It requires great care and attention as would a normal living child. She told me I would have to feed it several times a day, and buy toys for it. Food and toys for an amulet? To make her happy, I did it for a few days. She berated me the whole time for taking on such a responsibility.
Nok left a few days later to visit her mom and instructed me to care for the amulet while she was gone. Unfortunately I didn't follow her instructions and I went out drinking with friends for a few days on an island and left the KumonThong amulet at home. If I had more room to write this story, I could fully describe the horrors that happened to me. Accidents, dog bites, and I nearly drowned while swimming. I went home and took the amulet back to the seller and told him I couldn't care for it anymore. Another farang was there and I told him what happened. His eyes lit up and he seemed excited to own something that was haunted. I saw him pay for it and walk away. Then I turned to the seller and saw the amulet still lying on the table. I asked where the other farang was, and that he forgot his amulet. The seller asked me to describe him, and when I did, all of the people near let out a gasp. They said I described the amulets previous owner. The man who fell out of his high rise balcony to his death. The man's girlfriend had returned the KumonThong back to the seller, where it sat... Waiting for me to buy it. Now it sits again. Waiting for another to give it a home.
When I went back to my country I looked up the story of the man who I saw. He did in fact die from a mysterious fall. The police never solved the crime, but I suspect what caused it was the ghost of a dead baby--trapped in an amulet... Waiting for another fool to come along.