Baan Orapin

Baan Orapin stood quietly beneath the heavy, oppressive sky of Chiang Mai, its decades-old wooden beams creaking like weary bones whispering secrets of their past. Guests have reported shadows flickering through the garden, dark slithers that seemed almost alive, and an unsettling chill that slinked into their rooms at night, a spectral presence curling around them as if reminding them they were never truly alone. Each dawn brought with it the heavy weight of unspoken terror, leaving visitors with a lingering impression that something else inhabited the halls-something patient, waiting.