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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/GinsMidnightCafe on 2025-10-04 17:16:35+00:00.

So this happened to my friend when he was 25.

In Thailand, there’s a superstition called Benjapas, which says this age is cursed as it is often linked to misfortunes, accidents, health problems, you name it.

Jack, my friend, was peer-pressured into a late-night birthday party. On the way home, a car nearly slammed into him at a junction. He swerved, lost control, and was thrown off his motorbike. Bruised and dazed, he managed to stand, but his phone was shattered and useless. His bike, though damaged, could still move, so he limped it into a dark, narrow alley shortcut.

At that time, it was past 11 p.m. The alley was deserted, lit only by flickering lamps. As he dragged his wobbling bike forward, the front tire suddenly gave out. He cursed under his breath. Just then, a soft voice came from the shadows near a lamppost.

“What happened to your bike?”

Jack squinted. A young woman in her twenties stood there, half-hidden by the light. She wore an oversized shirt that looked like she had no pants underneath. Her face, what little he could see, was beautiful.

“My tire’s flat,” Jack replied, uneasy about a woman standing alone in the middle of the night.

She pointed up the alley. “There’s a repair shop nearby. Closed now, but ring the bell; they’re still awake.”

Grateful, Jack hurried ahead. To his surprise, there really was a shop. It was a house with tires stacked outside, with TV glowing inside. Jack rang the doorbell. A few moments later, the owner came out and told him to leave the bike and come back tomorrow. Relieved, Jack turned back to thank the girl. But the alley was already empty.

The next morning, Jack told the mechanic about her. Nearby bikers overheard, and when he described the girl, their faces changed. “Was that… Suay?” one asked. They explained that Suay, their friend, had died just days earlier. She’d flown off the back of a speeding bike and smashed her head on the pavement. The one right under that same lamppost. “If you don’t believe us, go check. The spray mark where her body fell is still there.”

Jack went silent. He realized he’d only seen one side of her face in the shadows. If he’d seen the other side (the one crushed in the accident), he didn’t know if he could’ve handled it.

But I guess Jack was “lucky” as Suay wasn’t there to hurt him. She just wanted to help.