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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Taiyojung on 2025-11-04 07:26:46+00:00.

Hello everyone,

I’m from Thailand, and this is my first ever Reddit post.

I usually share creepy stories on X (Twitter), but this one is something I’ve carried in my heart for years — a story so haunting, tragic, and strangely beautiful that I want people around the world to hear it too.

In Thailand, there’s a famous radio program called “The Ghost Radio” — a show where ordinary people call in to tell their real-life encounters with the paranormal. Some stories sound believable, some are clearly made up, but they all leave you thinking long after the call ends.

One night, a father called in to tell a story about his daughter, Korya.

And while I was listening, I suddenly remembered an old, heartbreaking story from more than a decade ago — one that made headlines across Thailand:

“A mother who had already died… still got up to make milk for her two-year-old daughter.”

The Day No One Knew She Was Dead

About 13 years ago, there was a woman living in Bangkok with her two-year-old daughter. She had epilepsy, but she managed her daily life normally. Then, one day, she suddenly died in her home.

No one knew what had happened. She didn’t show up for work, and when a coworker couldn’t reach her, they called her sister to ask if everything was all right. The sister grew worried, tried calling many times, and finally drove to her house.

When she arrived and looked through the gate, she saw her little niece running out from the house — a tiny two-year-old, her clothes dirty, messy hair, and a faint smell of blood clinging to her. The aunt was horrified.

She picked the child up and asked softly, “Where’s Mommy?”

The little girl, speaking in her broken toddler voice, said:

“Mommy’s sick. Mommy’s lying on the bed. There’s blood.”

The aunt didn’t yet believe her sister could really be dead. But when she stepped inside, the smell hit her — that unmistakable, heavy, rotting odor of death.

And there, on the bed, was her sister’s swollen body, already decomposing.

Police arrived soon after. The doctors confirmed that she had died of her chronic epilepsy.

At first, everyone simply mourned the tragedy — until they realized something wasn’t right.

The Two-Year-Old Who Survived Alone

The little girl’s name was Korya.

She looked far too healthy for a child who had been living alone in a house with a corpse for days. Her face was bright, her skin clean, her energy normal.

When relatives asked how she had eaten, the girl answered innocently:

“Mommy made me milk.”

She wasn’t old enough to speak clearly, but those who were there said they all heard the same words — “Mommy made milk for me.”

She said her mother tucked her into bed every night and sang to her.

Even more unsettling, she told them that when her aunt called from outside the house that day, her mother held her hand, walked her to the front door, and told her,

“Go to your aunt. Mommy will come later.”

That’s how Korya managed to step outside safely — while her aunt had to climb the fence to get in.

And then came the strangest part.

Neighbors told the police that, during the days when the woman was already dead, they could still hear sounds from her house —

the clatter of dishes, footsteps moving across the floor, the broom sweeping, even the faint sound of a lullaby coming from the baby’s room.

The Spirit That Wouldn’t Leave

After the funeral, Korya was adopted by her mother’s sister — the same aunt who had found the body.

People slowly forgot the story.

Years passed.

Then one day, the aunt brought Korya to appear on a popular Thai TV show called “Kon Uad Phee” — roughly translated as People Who Challenge Ghosts.

The show featured spirit mediums who claimed they could contact the dead.

During the program, the medium said that the spirit of Korya’s mother was still lingering in the house, restless and worried.

Through the medium, the spirit reportedly told the aunt:

“Take better care of my daughter.”

At the time, the audience felt deeply moved.

But a few years later… the truth came out.

The Horror Behind Closed Doors

Neighbors reported strange cries coming from the aunt’s home. Police were eventually called to investigate.

What they found was horrifying.

Korya was being kept in a dog cage.

She had bruises all over her body. The aunt had been abusing her — forcing her to eat her own vomit, beating her, and leaving her locked outside like an animal.

When the case broke, everyone was shocked.

The same woman who once claimed to “raise her niece with love” had turned into a monster.

Korya’s father, who had been working far away, immediately came to take her back. He admitted he hadn’t been around much after his wife’s death — he had trusted his late wife’s sister to care for their child.

After taking Korya home, he began to notice strange things.

At night, he often heard his daughter talking softly in her room, as if she were having conversations with someone else. Sometimes, he heard humming — a gentle lullaby — coming from inside.

He believed, without a doubt, that it was the spirit of his late wife watching over their daughter.

“Mom’s Gone.”

Then one night, Korya came down the stairs in tears.

Her father rushed to her and asked what was wrong.

She looked up at him, her eyes red, and said quietly:

“Mom’s gone.”

Her father held her tightly, and that night was filled with silence and sorrow.

From that moment on, he never again heard voices or lullabies coming from his daughter’s room.

And Korya never hurried back to bed at night ever again.

Epilogue

Today, Korya is a cheerful young woman. She helps her father run a small food stall, and her laughter has returned to their home.

Her mother’s soul, it seems, has finally found peace — after years of protecting her child, even beyond death.

I’ll never forget this story.

It reminds me that love — especially a mother’s love — doesn’t end with death.

If you’re reading this, maybe take a moment to look at the people you love.

Tell them you love them. Smile at them.

Because sometimes, “too late” comes sooner than we think.

🖤