Paintings. Whatever the painting is, there's a story behind it. Show a painting of a woman smiling, stories can be narrated. Take the famous Mona Lisa, a woman painted a few hundred years ago. Why is it so famous in the first place? The smile you see, is enchanting. The painting is said to have it's life of it's own when you look long enough on it. it's like Mona Lisa's actually smiling at you. Now now, it would be totally freaky wouldn't it? I wouldn't want that to happen. Would you? Alright, getting back on track, there're tonnes of stories being told on why Mona Lisa's smiling so sweetly when the painting of her is being drawn by the ever famous Leonardo Da Vinci. Sorry, my bad. I ain't gonna give you history classes on Leonardo Da Vinci. it's just that many rich man favour pictures. I mean pictures with people drawn in it. Truthfully, I never favour pictures like this before. Moreover pictures drawn by people? Over a lifespan of 100 years? no way! Where am I getting at? The hauntings of course! You never know what the picture might bring along.

Sadly, I just revealed that I feel uneasy when dealing with paintings of people smiling in it. I mean, the longer you stare at the painting.. Alright enough of this. I am never going to stare at one painting of a person whether smiling or sulking. Never. Gives me the creeps. Fine, let me just get straight to the point, I had an ex-primary classmate who wrote down this story to me a few weeks back. This story took place last year and it was so kind of her to share it with me. Her father, an avid painting collector had his hands on a painting from Indonesia. It's a painting of a gorgeous lady dressed in a traditional custome, (she was not able to describe the painting quite well) sitting down politely with her hands on her lap staring blankly. No emotions at all. that's what she told me. it could be that she's sad, it could be that she's happy or it could be that she's looking into the eyes of someone she loves with affection. Either way, when the picture reached the doorsteps of her house, her maid who has been working with them for years freaked out upon seeing it, claiming that the picture isn't at all good. My friend's father felt upset upon hearing that and scolded the maid, telling the maid to keep her opinions to herself. Feeling proud of the picture, he hung it at the main frame in the living room.

Even her dog didn't feel good at all, having the picture around. A playful pug it was before, it never stepped into the living room again and can be often found hiding in the corner of one room. The maid too refused to work any longer and decided to resign tomorrow but my friend decided to talk her out of it. Meanwhile, her dad was so proud of the picture and on certain occasions, brought his friends over to enjoy the painting. They were keen to buy from her dad but no matter what figures they put up, he would not sell. Days passed and thing seems pretty normal... until one particular night, she heard the dog whining. Try as hard as she could, my friend could not put herself to sleep. The whining of the dog is unbearable. Unable to cope with it any longer, she opened her bedroom door and intend to find out what was wrong with Poco. As soon as she sopened the door, she heard someone humming. She stopped and listen while Poco kept whining. The humming sounded so miserable and it seems that the whole environment was in such dreadful mood. No wonder Poco had been whining the whole time. But my friend was confused. Confused on who was humming late in the night?

She then realised that the humming had stopped and now, a soft spoken voice could be heard. Something was obviously not right. It couldn't be the maid, it couldn't be her dad(obviously). it could'nt be her mum either. She remembered clearly that her elder sister won't be back from Australia until December. She could not identify the voice and naturally, fear overcame her. She told me that she did not know what to do but poor Poco was whining so loud that anyone could know that the dog was scared. She wanted to bring Poco up. Slowly making down the steps where the view of the living room is getting clearer, she peeked from the staircase. Whoever that was below was still talking. What she saw next was not imaginary but somehow surreal. Her legs froze on the spot not able to move. She wanted to scream but her voice was not to be found. That was what she told me. Upon seeing his beloved master, Poco ran up the stairs and jumped onto my friend casuing her to fall back. Realising she could move again, she quickly made a beat into her parents room. Who wouldn't right? The very next day, she planned to tell her parents about what she saw. But her parents told her that she was dreaming or hallucinating. her father even stayed up all night at the living room to prove her wrong.

Ok, it's getting to long, I will just cut it short on what she saw and what happened the very next nigth her dad decided to stay up in the living room. She claimed that she saw a dark shadowy figure sitting below the painting. All she could make out is seeing that the figure has very long hair, untidied and messy. For the whole period where the voice was talking, it kept saying and repeating this statements which I had translated it into English.