This happened in 2022 when I was 18 years old. It was a Thursday. While I was quietly reading, I passed by my friend's house and saw her crying, carrying a bag—she was planning to run away at that time. I tried to stop her, but nothing worked. Her parents had scolded her, and since she's my friend, I was worried for her. I decided to accompany her wherever she was going.
Before leaving, I left a note on our table so my mom would know that I was with my best friend. Since our town is small, we had nowhere else to go, so we just kept walking along the long road until we reached the main town. Because we were both girls, we thought of calling my ex-boyfriend (now ex) to have someone accompany us wherever we went.
While the three of us walked, we rested for a while, thinking about where to go next. My ex suggested we just go to his place, but my best friend didn't want that. So I said, "What if we go to our farm? We have a hut there." And so my friend agreed. Even though it was far, we walked all the way. Because of the heat, even river water along the way became something we drank just to quench our thirst.
We finally reached our farm in the afternoon, where we would temporarily stay while my best friend cooled down. It was dark in the farm—no signal, no electricity, just solar power. Tall trees surrounded the hut, which made it really scary. The dense leaves covered the hut, so it was shady even though it was hot. It was the only house in the farm; there were no neighbors. But since I've been going to the farm since I was small, I wasn't afraid.
The last time we visited the farm was in 2018, and the place had become overgrown, so the farm looked different. That night, the three of us slept without eating because we couldn't reach a store, and it was already dark and far away. We endured the hunger.
While we slept, I couldn't feel at ease. I woke up my ex-boyfriend and let my best friend rest. It was midnight, and we were sitting outside the hut at the table, keeping watch for anyone walking around the yard. I noticed something strange—why wasn't there any sound from footsteps? The path was covered with leaves, and normally walking there would be noisy.
I carefully observed the figure walking. I became scared and nervous because I saw it floating. You couldn't see its feet touching the ground. I told my ex about it, and he saw it too. We stayed quiet until the floating figure disappeared. It was wearing white, and its face wasn't very visible.
The next day, we lit a fire in the farm, but I didn't tell my best friend what we had seen because she is sensitive and easily scared.
A few days passed, and nothing unusual happened until some acquaintances visited our farm. Since it was far from the store, they invited us to their house for lunch because they had a store. I didn't mind; I'm used to eating even without a proper meal.
That afternoon, around 5 p.m., my best friend and I were playing tag while my ex-boyfriend was talking with our acquaintances. We were throwing santol fruits at each other, and suddenly I remembered what my grandmother had told me when she was still alive—not to throw anything in the afternoon, because it might hit something invisible.
That night, the three of us were happily having coffee and laughing. Suddenly, my best friend ran into the hut, crying. She spilled her coffee out of fear. I asked her why, but she couldn't speak, trembling and clinging to me. I calmed her down. She told me she had seen something floating, wearing white—which matched what I had seen on the first night at the farm. I told her that I had seen it too.
The next day, we decided to harvest rice. We played some games and set up watch points, and after that, we decided to return home and leave the farm.
Until now, we haven't forgotten what happened to us at the farm.