Haunted Universities

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Okay. That's more like it.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

She's a shy type.

Shy type ass. She's afraid of you.

Hey, look. She's calling her hubby.

Hey, you b*tch.

- Dumbass, where are you going? Turn left here.

- Man.

Turn left.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Nothing to see here. Make way, please.

- Out of the way please.

I have studied very hard this semester. I deserve an A.

Of course, I'm scared.

I just took off to read some books.

Hey, these are books you love to read.

Hey, excuse me.

- Oh, wait. Hold on.

- Excuse me.

Yes?

We're here to work. Not to chit-chat.

Oh, right. Right.

Come on.

OK. I've got to go. They're calling for me.

Hurry up.

Okay.

Come give me a hand.

Okay.

Here.

Okay.

Okay?

See you.

You got it.

You make no sense.

- Are you drunk?

- I'm okay.

She's got a boyfriend, you know. Hey.

You're kidding me. She's in a school uniform.

- He's coming.

- You're available, aren't you?

Hey, here comes her man.

Your boyfriend?

- Am I? A**hole.

- Not my dad.

Sorry, sorry.

Who's that?

No one. Relax.

Have a seat. Let's have some fun.

- Come on. Let's drink to us. Come on.

- Your glass.

- Come on.

- Let's drink.

Damn, I always sit next to the ice bucket.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Excellent.

Bottoms up, guys.

Beautiful.

Cherd.

I've been looking for you.

You want trouble?

What are you doing?

Let me go, bastard.

Hey, Cherd. Please. She's my girl.

- Let me go.

- Your girl?

What are you doing?

What are you going to do?

Son of a b*tch.

Enough.

Don't you dare.

That's enough.

You're a drug dealer?

Just ice.

You're lucky my boss didn't want you dead.

Or you would've been six feet under.

You've got some guts stealing from us.

Making money to get married?

I didn't steal.

I just couldn't deal them. Cops have been on me.

Just shut up. You take us to get the dope.

And pay the boss two hundred grands, that's it.

Two hundred grands?

- Where would we get it from?

- Okay, I'll take care of it.

What is it?

Any problem here?

No problem.

Hey, is that you, Cherd?

Nothing, man. He's with me.

You sure?

Who's that?

Just stay away from him.

This bastard's scarier than ghosts.

Sh*t. It's real quiet in here.

Where are all the people?

You such a dumbass, huh?

Hiding the dope in your school.

It's a university.

It's the same.

Go.

Quickly.

Hurry up.

Here it is.

- What's wrong with you, Jimmy?

- Don't hurt him.

Nothing.

It's good. Go.

Is there something upstairs?

No. No. Nothing.

Nothing. Nothing there.

Jimmy.

- Please.

- Please, I'll tell you.

There's a ghost upstairs.

Really,

in the ladies' room, fifth floor.

A female student hung herself during school break.

Or it could be a nymph in Thai dress.

The lights must not be turned off.

It's true. There's a shrine inside the ladies' room.

A shrine inside the ladies' room. Don't bullshit me.

Really. No one dares to enter even during daytime.

I want to see it.

Please.

Go.

Let's get out of here.

Go.

Push the button.

Go inside.

Go.

Why did she hang herself in the toilet?

Got dumped, obviously.

- Don't say that.

- Why not?

If I don't see a ghost, I'll piss all over the shrine.

Sh*t. Got me spooked.

Please.

- Please, let us go.

- Please, let me go home.

- I can't take it anymore. I want to go home.

- Enough, please.

Please. I beg you.

Hey.

It won't close.

Pia, close the door.

Come on.

I told you not to come here.

Sh*t. Let's get out of here.

Do you believe me now?

Get out.

Sh*t.

Are you happy now, a**hole?

Shut the door.

Sh*t. It's broken.

I did push the button.

Quickly.

Please. No.

Where's the way down?

Exit.

Take me there.

Oh, sh*t.

Please.

Hey. Don't close yet.

Hey, wait. Open up. Open up.

Ladies' room.

Hey Cherd, open the door.

Cherd, open the door.

Cherd, please.

Please open the door.

Cherd, open the door for me.

Cherd.

Son of a b*tch.

I'm scared now. I'm scared now. I'm sorry.

Nakorn 64, dispatcher 2. Over.

Nakorn 64, dispatcher 2.

Dispatcher 15. Three falls from height.

One seriously injured. One unconscious.

The other one is talking gibberish.

Some kind of mental problem.

One dead in the ladies' room.

Cause of death? Over.

Hey, how did he die?

He shot himself. Shot himself in the head.

Really. Oh, died from gunshot wound.

- We're on the way.

- Your boyfriend?

My friend. Close friend.

Close friend? Well, are you scared of the dead?

I'll get used to it.

Did you mean the corpses or your face?

Smartass, You're asking for my foot.

What was he thinking shooting himself like this?

Look at his face. Does he look

like he wants to kill himself?

Oh, really? Did you see his face? I only see a big hole.

- Hey, oh man.

- What?

Damn. Let me sit.

Sh*t. Have some respect to an old man.

- Long night, hum?

- Hmm.

Hey, where's my girl, Muay?

How would I know?

- You dare said that.

- Why?

Your girl is over there in the

mortuary. I think she gave you a wink.

Look who's talking. You were

pissing your pants up there.

You think it's funny? I hope you see

one for real. I'll laugh my ass off.

So, have you seen Muay?

I haven't. I only saw her talking on the phone over there.

So do you know or not know?

What are you doing? It's kind of weird tonight.

Scary both cases. Oh, they went to deliver the corpses.

Got it. Yeah. Okay. Okay. Bye.

Can you help me, please?

Fired chicken. Fried chicken.

Put a stick in their asses. Left and right.

Is it her?

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