GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 4: The Curse at the Three-Way Intersection

On the road into the city at night, it was eerily quiet, traffic was sparse, and if it weren’t necessary, no one would want to drive at three in the morning. But there were some who couldn’t avoid it…

A large truck transporting livestock had just returned from delivering prime cattle to a farm in a nearby province. The mind of a man, soon to be a father, was more eager to get to his wife at the hospital than to stop at a gas station for a break. His tired eyelids slowly closed before his body jolted awake again.

“So sleepy, man.” The driver tried to wake himself up, but driving for days on end, plus the sun and fatigue, meant his eyelids drooped again just minutes later.

The large truck’s head slowly veered out of its lane as his hands lost control, just as his body was about to succumb to sleep, a sound from the side of the truck rang out first.

Thump!!

“Hey, what the heck!” The driver’s eyes widened in shock before he yanked the steering wheel, guiding the car back onto the path, “That was close, huh?”

The road ahead captured the middle-aged man’s attention, completely forgetting the sound next to the car. A few meters later, he noticed a young woman in a red skirt waving by the roadside.

“Who’s out here so late?” He flicked on the turn signal and pulled over immediately, his drowsiness making him forget all the tales truck drivers told.

Do not greet.

   Do not look.

   Do not ask.

   Do not stop…

   “Could I get a ride, please? The taxi left me here.”

“Get in, get in, but where are you heading so late?” The man behind the wheel asked, looking at the long-haired teenage girl who sat beside him.

“I went out with friends.”

“Oh, it’s dangerous to be out this late. Why did the taxi leave you here?” He thought it was nice to have company, so he pulled over by the roadside, forgetting that this road wasn’t one for the living to travel.

The sobbing sound sent chills down the driver’s spine. He reached to lower the air conditioning but noticed from the corner of his eye that the girl beside him wasn’t just wearing red; it was splattered all over the seat. Her pale, fragile body now bore wounds, blood seeping out, covering the seat and dripping to the floor.

“They beat me, stabbed me, slit my throat, robbed me.”

As the sobbing turned into a voice of pain, the driver trembled with fear. He tried chanting, spreading kindness, and various prayers, but when what you want to dispel doesn’t accept your chants, they become just another poem.

The driver’s eyes trembled with fear, tears welling up as he struggled with all his might to keep the truck under control, desperate to avoid an accident.

It’s said that the three-way intersection is a crossover point between the human world and the spirit world, where various spirits wander, seeking replacements or revenge. Some say it’s an unlucky spot, ominous, attracting only evil. Hence, you often see offerings, flowers, candles placed there, or frequent accidents at this very spot.

This time was no different…

The path ahead, where the truck was speeding, led to that infamous three-way intersection with its flickering orange light. He tried braking repeatedly, but there was no response. He did everything possible to survive, but it seemed the forces around him were merciless. If it were a wandering spirit, a ghost seeking redemption might have saved him, but instead, the ghost beside him was one of vengeance.

She was the stuff of legends among drivers on this route. They say if you see a girl in red flagging you down by the road, keep driving until you pass the intersection.

The driver inhaled deeply, his heart pounding. The intersection was in sight. If he made it through, he vowed never to return this way again.

“Uncle… I’m not going anymore. Please stop.”

The driver slammed the brakes with all his might. Was he safe now?

His fear-filled face slowly turned to the passenger seat, only to find a blood-soaked red dress… with no head.

“Hee, hee, hee, we’ve stopped now, haven’t we?”

The voice and the increasing weight on his lap made him glance down. White, lifeless eyes and a broad smile stared back at him. The pale, scarred face from knife wounds, with flesh hanging loose, belonged to the head of the girl now resting on his lap.

Brrrrrr!!!!

He looked up through tear-stained eyes at the approaching bright lights. It wasn’t that he was nearing the intersection; he was already stopped right in the middle of it.

Chroooom!!!!

The phone by the bedside irritates Singha into waking up.

“What is it?”

[Director, there’s been another truck collision at the same old intersection.]

   “Have they cleared the scene?”

[Yes. It was spotted around 5 AM, but it probably happened about two hours earlier.]

   “What about the drivers?”

[One died at the scene. The other is critical; we’re contacting relatives.]

   “Clear the road, I’ll be there soon.” Singha sighed, turning back to the young man behind him.

“Again?”

“Mmm, sorry for waking you.” He looked down, his rough hand stroking the soft hair of the younger man in his embrace.

“I’ve been awake since the phone rang, just wanted to keep hugging you.” said the 31-year-old, still acting the same as ever. He tightened his grip around Singha’s waist, kissing the bare chest marked with rosy love bites tenderly. “Same spot for the accident?”

“Mmm.” Singha let the younger man continue his affectionate kisses and caresses without objection. “That intersection isn’t even busy. Don’t know why accidents keep happening there.”

“Intersection? Is it a three-way junction there?” Thup propped himself up on his elbow to look at Singha.

“Yeah.” Singha replied shortly, eyeing the neck dotted with his own kisses, leaning in for another.

“Then it’s a three-way junction curse, right?”

“So what?” He moved down to the pale chest under the light pajamas, starting to indulge himself.

“Because, uh, Phii Singha, you told me to speak first.” Thup looked down at his older lover, who was licking around a mole on his chest through the fabric.

“Go on, I’m listening.” he said, his face blushing.

“So, it might not just be an accident.” Thup grabbed the older man’s hand, which was hovering near the edge of his sleepwear. The young man, in his early thirties, flipped his older lover onto his chest before pinning both his wrists. “If you keep teasing me like this, we’ll be late for work.”

Singha chuckled softly before sitting up to straddle Thup. He looked at Thup’s increasingly mature face with pride. Now, the young man in front of him wasn’t just a freelancer hoping to save up; Thup had joined an agency, gained recognition, and even had his own art exhibitions. This kid had grown up a lot.

“Have I ever told you how proud I am of you?”

“Hmm? Maybe not…”

“I’m really proud of you, Thup.” The sparkle in his eyes and the flat tone of his voice made Thup smile broadly. He had received many compliments from Singha over the past year, but none compared to this.

“All of my successes are yours, Phii Singha.” Thup sat up to hug the older man’s waist, then gently kissed his perfectly tanned cheek. “Thup loves you a lot.”

“What’s with the sweetness?” Singha wrapped his arms around Thup’s neck, feeling something pushing against him through the fabric.

“You’re the one teasing me.” he whispered.

“Heh, once is enough. Hurry up, we need to go to work.”

“Since we’re already in this position, you start, please.” Thup nibbled on Singha’s chin before sliding his hand into the older man’s favorite sweatpants, squeezing until marks appeared.

It took less than two minutes for both to lose their clothes. Their lips teased each other, just like their lower regions, rubbing with desire. Singha gripped what fit perfectly in his hand, ready at his own entrance.

“Hmm, so tight.” Thup murmured, his forehead hitting his older brother’s chest as the passage was enveloping his core.

“And do you like it?” Singha asked through gritted teeth, every movement inside sending shivers throughout his body. He could feel the warmth and every sinew inside.

“I’ve always liked it.” They locked eyes, both gleaming with desire as Thup’s core was fully sheathed.

“Lie down.”

“Like this, I want to hug you.”

“You are loud.”

“You’re louder.”

Singha chuckled before leaning down to kiss the mischievous kid who had grown from a pup into a fully grown dog.

“Don’t faint on me now.”

“I work out with you for moments like this.” The grown dog rested his chin on Singha’s chest, wrapping his arms around him as Singha moved down.

“Deep, ah, damn.” Singha gasped for air as the tightness inside made it hard to breathe, especially when he went all the way down, making Thup’s core hit deep spots, causing his body to tingle.

“Thup, no, don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Thup’s lips enveloped a nipple, tongue flicking as he watched Singha.

“Your fingers, ah, your fingers!” Singha was almost out of his mind as Thup spread him open, core still inserted, and now fingers too.

“Don’t do it again or don’t stop, you’re gripping me harder now.” Singha looked at Thup before kissing him to channel his overwhelming emotions.

“So intense, ah, it’s so good.”

Emotions are soaring high along with Singha’s thrusts. He’s so ecstatic he’s moaning low, mixed with the sound of his buttocks hitting thighs continuously. Seeing Thup enjoying himself, he’s ready to indulge as much as possible.

“Umm, Phii, ease up a bit, I am gonna…aah.”

“Wait, ah.” Singha slows down, switching to a more leisurely pace, their lips meeting again as neither wants to stop the activities on the bed. “Thup, uh, inside, ah, cum inside.”

“You have to go to work.”

“Faster.” Singha digs his nails into the muscular, beautiful back. “Good boy, ah, deeper.”

“Ah, Phii Singha, you’re too tight, it’s too much.” Thup holds the older man’s waist tightly, his body jerking from the release of love into the older man’s passage. Singha buries his face into Thup’s shoulder, biting down on the white skin to express his climax.

The heavy breathing of the two on the bed is the only sound now, followed by their soft laughter.

“Sorry for biting so hard.”

“It’s okay.”

“Let’s go shower, I’ll dress the wound.” Singha looks at the bite mark he made, starting to bleed, but seeing Thup’s face, he finds the boy smiling widely. “Then love me a lot.”

“I’ll try.”

“You’re so cute.” Singha teases, nipping at the stubborn nose.

“Try?” The broad smile slowly fades into a pout, tears welling up in the beautiful eyes. “Don’t you love me anymore?”

“With you still inside me like this, you’re going to cry?!”

“But, sniff, you didn’t say you love me, you said you’ll try.”

Singha laughs openly before cupping the charming face of his younger boyfriend.

“I’ll try to love you as much as you love me.” Singha kisses the beautiful brown eyes framed with long lashes. No matter how many times he looks, he always loves these eyes. “Understand?”

“Uh-huh.”

After calming the one who turned back into a puppy again, both went to shower and dress before heading to the crime scene.

…

“Hello, Chief.”

“Hmm, where are we at?”

“Just moved the car and collected evidence a moment ago.” Singha timed it well.

“What about the deceased?”

“Dr. Say is handling it, it seems like usual.” Initially thought to be an accident.

Singha nodded to his subordinate, then turned to see Thup looking around before stopping in the middle of the road. What the young man sees is a woman in a red skirt dragging the spirit of a middle-aged man across the street.

“Phii.”

“Where?”

“In the middle of the road, there’s a teenager wearing red… no, white. Just stained with red blood.” Thup watches the scene quietly before turning to the older man.

“She might have had an accident around here.”

“There’s a case where we haven’t found the perpetrator yet.” Singha speaks after hearing Thup out. “About two meters from here, the body of a teenager was found, killed in the woods. She was assaulted before her throat was slit.”

“No wonder she’s still so vengeful.”

“Forensic evidence found semen in the vagina, leading to the criminal’s capture while escaping. He ran out into the street, got hit by a car, and died on the spot.”

“She might have been searching all along.”

“The ghost?”

“Yes. She might have been looking for the one who killed her all this time, and she’s still searching. Someone should tell her.” Thup’s wrist was grabbed as he walked away.

“Where are you going?”

“Over there.” Thup, seeing his friend’s worried face, knew he should be careful if he planned to approach her alone. “I’ll be careful, don’t worry.”

“If anything happens, call me.”

“I want to kiss your cheek right here.”

“I’ll smack you, there are so many people around.”

Thup laughed brightly before gently patting his lover’s hand and walking towards the traffic island where there were many flowers and offerings, assuming many thought like him.

“Excuse me.” A chill down his spine made Thup choose not to look back but to gently arrange the fallen flowers. “The one who made you not enjoy this beautiful life anymore… He’s gone now, he has received consequences of his actions.”

‘I don’t believe it!’

   “The police found him to make him face justice, but karma came quicker. He got hit by a car and died right there.” Thup adjusted the offerings back to their original position. “So you should let go and leave peacefully, continuing like this will only create more karma.”

‘Hic, my life… my life.’

   “I know… the world isn’t fair, is it?”

Meanwhile, Say approached, seeing his friend staring at his young lover’s back.

“What’s he doing?”

“Communicating, I guess.”

“With ghosts again?”

“Yeah, about the accident.”

“Wasn’t it because of carelessness?”

“Maybe partly. We don’t really know what happened.”

“Got it.” Say shrugged at his close friend.

“Instead of meddling with me, why don’t you go win back your kid?”

“A bit of discipline might help.” Say glanced at the young intern who had just started working full-time in the department, and the young man walked away without even glancing at him.

“It’s safe now.”

“But was it worth risking his life by barging into a burning, flooded house for some stupid thing?” Say’s voice grew harsher.

“The stupid thing you’re talking about is the bracelet you gave to your lover, isn’t it?”

“I can buy a hundred more of those.”

“But those hundred won’t mean the same as the one you specifically gave him.” Singha patted his friend’s shoulder to remind him, “Think about it, Say.”

Singha walked over to Thup, who was running back with his usual smile.

“She’s gone. She left.”

“Want to start a ghost-busting business? Could be a hit.” Singha teased, wiping the sweat from Thup’s forehead.

“Can I open an office in your station?”

“No way.”

“Can’t use my boyfriend’s connection with the director?” Thup tilted his head, pleadingly. “Sorry, I don’t abuse my relationships.”

“Then…” Thup held his older man’s hand and kissed the ring Singha had recently put on his ring finger on his birthday last year. “Do I need a connection to invite the director for dinner?”

“There’s got to be something in return.” Singha raised an eyebrow at the young man.

“Both my body and heart are all for you.”

“I’m going to puke, Thup.”

“I know you like it.” The soft laughter of the two teasing each other was a familiar sight for the station officers.

“Wait by the car, it’s hot here, and you’re all red.” Singha suggested a change of topic because the kid in front of him was right. He really did enjoy it when Thup acted this way.

“Okay.” Thup, always obedient as ever.

It’s been said he’s always been Phii Singha’s little puppy.

  

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