THE NOURA VAN KEMMERS

Increasingly Curious

My hands trembled as I read the translation of the writing. Sorry, I've moved your painting. So this means. Who wrote these words? I'm getting creepy.

Is it not the invisible occupants of this house who have moved my paintings? I got up from my seat and something caught my eye. Whatisit? isn't that canvas? The painting I was looking for was in the bottom corner of my desk.

Who moved here? nope, no. This must not have been Ratna. My heart is getting creepy. It felt like I wanted to get out of the room and tell Mama and Ratna all this weirdness.

But no! I don't want to scare them. I better not keep my own fear. Honestly, I'm not the type to be sensitive to mystical things.

I've never seen a ghost in my entire life either. But experiencing, I feel it now? am I really being bullied by the owner of this house? was there a mistake I made that made this housekeeper want to scare me? I took a deep breath.

I remember the words of my religious teacher back in school, that the degree of man is higher than any creature on this earth. Therefore do not raise fear of the subtle creatures, because it will make them more free. We have to dare to face them.

So I decided not to sleep tonight. I want to see the figure of the apparition that has moved my painting. Is he not the Dutch Noni who I often see in dreams?

Tonight I busy myself by editing some videos that I will upload to youtube. I spent two cups of coffee so I wouldn't get sleepy tonight. The distinctive golden rose smell began to appear, my eyes began to weigh.

I forced my eyes to stay literate. I felt like someone was watching me here. The cold began to enter my joints. I tried to think. I look around me. There's nothing.

My eyes are awake. The cold disappeared. Now it feels warm. My mind started to calm down. Has he left? I no longer feel the creeps. I can't be afraid, I can't be afraid. I repeated many times in my heart that I should not be afraid.

At dawn, I woke up. Apparently, I fell asleep for a while. In about thirty minutes I felt my vision begin to drift.

I woke up when I saw a piece of white paper beside me. Again written in Dutch.

Kang ik je leren kennen? ik zal je niet bang.

May I know you? I won't scare you.

I was surprised to learn the meaning of the Dutch writing. Apparently the invisible waiter in this house wants to invite me to meet. Honestly, my guts are starting to shrink. Since when can a ghost write an introductory sentence like this? My feeling is that this ghost is a woman who is often present in my dreams.

Yes it seems he is. Maybe he was curious about me and wanted to get acquainted. I will get a message from him immediately. He looks good and hopefully he won't bother our family.

Natuurlijk. Zolang je ons niet stoort (Of course, as long as you don't bother us)

Instantly the golden rose aroma mixed with various colors appeared again. My kiss sniffed again that fresh, alluring scent.

Seriate.