Javanese Islands

My mother, her daughter’s and her nieces went to visit our great aunt. She lived on her own island. It was one of the Javanese Islands. She lived alone. At least so we thought.

We took a boat to cross the sea that was hard and the waves were high. 100 m away from the island we could see our dear aunt waiting at the dock. Waiting to welcome us. The house was quite a decent size, large in fact, for some one living alone. It was 2 storey house, full of antique furniture. It was creepy most definitely, yet it felt warm and comfortable. I am one who has difficulty adjusting to new places, especially houses that have been built years and years ago, yet still maintained its fittings from way back then. But some how, I could adjust into this new setting.

After dinner, we went upstairs to sit in the family room. In the living room. Funny it is called the living room, cause what we didn’t know was it was filled with the dead.

Suddenly we saw a little person run across. This little person was a clown. This clown was not very happy. This clown was evil. The evil wanted to attack. The attack was directed to the children. The children were afraid. The fear made our aunt worry.  My grand aunt quickly put the clown into a little jar and placed it on the desk.

That night, for some reason my mother decided to check if the clown was still inside, she opened the lid of the jar, and sure enough the clown escaped. Worried about our fate, we all slept in one big room that night.

Then, one of us suddenly decided to go to the bathroom, of course we went a group, and of course the clown found us. But it didn’t harm us, it just wanted to apologize for all the decades it has been harming children. The clown said it has change.

My grand aunt was skeptical about the clown's words, but decided to allow it to be free, with the condition it was chained with a spell.

It was an interesting trip to my aunt's place. Every family has secrets. Mine is no different.