Swastika Naladhipa
That barn?

The cold creeps piercing the pores of the skin that is still lubricated in the thick blanket that. The stars began to fade his blips. The sky that was originally black as thick as a coffee spill is now starting to turn blue like an ocean floating in the archipelago.

The eyes that were still tightly closed were slowly awakened as breezy as it was. Tika gripped her body tightly with the blanket. Sayup teased the ears, the splash of the well echoed in between the door of the room that was not tightly closed, who else was it if not Grandma.

A small explosion of embers twisting from the furnace on top of which is like full of water from the old well. Grandma had already started her routine from this half-six hour.

Slowly the sizzling pot spilled the hot water vapor that Grandma would pour onto the golden-coloured aluminum kettle.

And Tika was made to wake up by the noise from the kitchen. He only sleeps from twelve to half five in the morning, you could say only five and a half hours he can spoil the eyes that began to sink. Plastered lethargic face and slow steps towards the well.

With half an eye closed, Tika passed through a door that had not been realized there. The door is next to the bathroom door. Right, the barn door.

"Huh? Any room? It's a barn?" whispered Tika slowly entering the bathroom.

But the thud last night seemed to be coming from the room. This makes Tika more haunted by her curiosity.

Tika tried to shake the dusty doorknob, unfortunately locked tightly. Until several times the experiment still leaves the door can not be opened.

When turning over the body, the thump of sound again appeared this time louder and sounded like it was greeted by the roar of glass. At first glance my feathers upright raining. He ran through the fog past the late Grandma in the tub for a moment while screaming.

"Yahoo!! Lariiiii!!!," Tika pulled her pants up to her knees and ran.

"Hey, why are you Tika? Early in the morning had run away," Grandma followed up standing because of the act of Tika who was not careless.

"That's it, Grandma. There was a ghost," Tika pointed towards the door of the voice.

"Mom Grandma doesn't believe it. Last night there was Tika heard the sound of the cake that also you know, Nek," Tika looks very sure.

"Where? try here Grandma saw," Grandma stood up and walked towards the door and tried to open by pulling the handle.

"Well? how can it not be opened? feelings never locked," Granny murmured.

"Locked down, Grandma? where's the key, Grandma?" Tika approached her face towards the door by glaring both her eyes at the keyhole.

"Grandmother also forgot. Granny never felt this warehouse," Grandma turned up thinking something was hindering from above.

"Oo so this is really a warehouse, yes" muttered Tika.

"Yes, so Grandma said it was just a rat. Because Grandma's been cleaning up the barn a lot lately, too," Grandma stepped into the kitchen again.

"Hmm jaudah, but I'm not sure that the voice of such a strong period was a mouse. There must be nothing, to be traced. It's time for Detective Tika to act, hehehe".

As if to be a detective he stroked both his chin with the thumb and forefinger of the right hand by propping it above the fold of the left hand.

"...yes, wait for noon, hahaha..," he continued, giggling. This one girl is a little timid but sometimes reckless too if you are curious again.

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