Plot
In a rural village west of Bangkok, Mek (Winai Kraibutr) is conscripted and sent to fight in the Siamese-Vietnamese War (1831-1834). He has to leave behind his pregnant teenage wife, Nak (Intira Jaroenpura). Mek is wounded and barely survives. He eventually returns home to his beloved wife and their child.
A friend visits and sees Mek living with Nak. The villagers, knowing she had died in childbirth months earlier, realize Mek is spellbound by her ghost. But those who attempt to tell him are killed by Nak's ghost, desperate to stay with her husband.
Mek finally discovers the truth and flees to the local temple. The villagers attempt the drive out the ghost, burning down her house and at last summoning an exorcist.
The kingdom's most respected Buddhist monk, (Somdej Toh), arrives and in a tearful farewell Nak repents, leaving her husband for this life. Somdej Toh has the centre of her forehead cut out, thus releasing her spirit, and makes a girdle brooch of it. The epilogue states it later came into the possession of His Royal Highness Prince Chumbhorn Ketudomsak. It was thereafter handed down for generations and its current owner unknown.
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