Introduce my name Devie Azzahra. I want to tell you about my very scary mare. One day friends visited my house, one of my friends named Vika said that there is something strange with my house. "Zah, your house is not right, let alone your warehouse attracts me to go there," I believe it because it is Vika child who can see and feel 'other'.
Then I, Vika, and my 3 friends entered the unlocked warehouse. I was actually scared but I was also curious, finally I ventured. Sure enough, in a very dirty and dusty warehouse the atmosphere was very tense. We began to feel the heat even more, I'm more curious. Febi, one of my friends took a small painting that I do not know who owns it.
Febi also said to Vika, "Vik, try to explore the origin of this painting," Vika tried it but always failed, "Sorry Feb but the energy is too strong". Suddenly my father came and scolded me. Dad says no one can go there, except Mother Almira, the previous owner of this house. My father promised to tell me about the origin of this warehouse but he forbade us to go inside again.
We sat in the living room and father started telling stories. "Once after Almira's wife divorced her husband, she lived only with her son Nabila. Then one day he found Nabila already lying dead. I do not know what the relationship with the painting but Mrs. Almira forbade us touch the painting ".
Febi was asking "but why Om?". then "I also do not know son, because the nature of Mrs. Almira who seemed brave then om did not dare ask it more deeply." Finally we are equally frightened asleep while watching TV. That's my story, why do you think Mrs. Almira keeps that secret to us ?.