It was late evening and the amulets dangled noisily from the stainless steel chain around the Witch Doctor’s neck, as he bent over to chose the suckling pig that was to be sacrificed on his birthday. He never took the chain off, as each amulet contained a malevolent spirit that…

Being a ghost, she understood time only vaguely, as something that was of human construct and imagination. Yet she felt its heaviness as she waited for him. They had first met when he came to the grove and sat under her tree, with the bottles of beer he had stolen…

The short version is that my father left me on the steps of the temple when I was 5, waiting for him to come back from the bathroom. He likely just preferred to spend his days drinking his Lao Khao, the cheap white liquor that has so taken control of…

They were born of the same parents but he was not her brother, not anymore. He was a renowned monk, an expert in the ancient practice of sak yant, a magic tattoo artist. The fact that today he had to work on someone that was his sister in a previous…

I hate that we are called body snatchers when we are actually the good guys. We patrol the streets of the city, getting to accident scenes before the police or the ambulances, doing our best to get the injured to hospitals on time so they can be saved, or the…

It was a clear night and the moon used that opportunity to shine its silver beam down in earnest, the rays streaming into a bedroom where a man sat next to a headless body, reflecting on his good fortune. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that a…

I’m a master occultist, an artist, a consummate professional. I can assure you that finding the right woman at the right age who has had a most violent death, so much so that her spirit is vengeful and angry, is a most difficult matter. And then to spend the night…

One dark, rainy evening, my friend’s mother led us to a room where she kept her adopted child. Giving us each a bottle of red syrup water, she asked us to kneel in front of a golden shrine and offer the drink to a lacquered wooden effigy of a boy…

Listening Series — 9 I walked out on to the terrace of our building one cloudy morning, and was greeted by a murder of crows sitting along the rim of our large satellite dish. “A Murder of Crows”. Always wanted to use that in a sentence. The reason I started…