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Once I was in a small town near Amsterdam. It was a very beautiful place 20 kilometers from the city center and was called Nijeveen. The grass is dark green in color like malachite, the air is crystal clear, like a drop of fresh mountain water. And I, a timid young girl with wheat hair and big sad eyes (and a pink suitcase). I booked a room in a haunted house called De Sfeerstal. Of course, I did not know anything about the ghosts in their house before dark. As usual, I took a shower, undressed and went to sleep. Suddenly, I saw a wreath of incredible beauty on the wall. There, in an intricate pattern, bright fantastic dry flowers and malachite grass were woven (as if alive). And its size was very huge. That’s all I remember about him. About three in the morning, something woke me up, I woke up and saw this giant wreath soaring around the room. It was like an old ghostly movie that you are watching from the screen of an old TV with a huge ass. He flew and made a circle, a terrible wreath floating in the air next to me and did ... wiggle wiggle, shake shake, clop clop. I was afraid. I was terribly afraid. And very quickly fell asleep under the covers. The next time I woke up, someone tore off my blanket, pulled it out of the duvet cover, threw it into the corner of the room, and I felt that I was pinched painfully several times. The wreath no longer flew, and gracefully and a little tired lay on my suitcase. But who pinched me ?! No one was visible anywhere. And I, exhausted and afraid, dozed off again. In the morning I remembered almost nothing, but my whole body ached from bruises and fatigue. My hips and sides were decorated with bruises from tingling, there were dry flowers all over the room - and the base of yesterday’s wreath lay on the threshold. I would be sure that it was a dream, if not for the traces on my body and in the room and the smell of these beautiful dry flowers. I close my eyes and inhale it again. I am almost sure that there, in 20 kilometers from Amsterdam, I met ghosts, and that they and I liked my body very much. In the morning at breakfast, the chef gave me a cocktail as a gift. Maybe he knows something? Evpraksia Sidd