The Unseeable

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The Unseeable

Would you like me to carry it inside?

It's all right.

Thanks.

Could you please wait here a minute?

Yes.

Hey watch where're you going!

You knocked it all over the place!

I'm so sorry.

What a waste...

Well, forget it.

You're from the country, aren't you?

Yes.

How can you tell?

It's written all over that dim-witted face of

yours that you're from the sticks.

My name is Choy, I live here.

Are you looking for a room?

Yes.

Let me get it.

Thanks.

I'll take you to see Miss Somjit, she's the

caretaker.

If she lets you stay, you can keep me

company.

Only a few people live here. It's lonely as hell.

Anyway, where are you from? What's your

name?

My name is Nualjan,

I came from Cholburi.

I've come to the capital to look for my husband

who's disappeared.

I've been looking all over but haven't found a

single clue,

and I don't have any friends...

or relatives to turn to.

Stop it!

Who asked you to jabber on about your life

story?

You certainly are a talker,

but I don't have time for your melodrama.

This place is not a criminals' den...

for homeless trash or peasant girls to come

and go at will,

especially...

those who're about to drop their kids like you.

It'd be scandalous if you had it here.

Madame wouldn't be so pleased.

Well...

Miss Somjit...

Please have sympathy for Nualjan.

Shut up, Choy!

You can voice your opinion...

after you've sorted out your own mess.

Count your blessings that the Madame is nice

enough to take you in.

Otherwise you'd still be out on the street.

Anyway...

my heart isn't made of stone.

Since it's getting dark,

I'll let you stay for a while.

But once you find a new place to stay,

you must get out immediately.

Choy.

Take her away.

Give her the room next to yours.

Yes, ma'm.

I won't forget your kindness.

Wait!

I'm warning you...

not to go messing around near the main

house.

That's the private quarters of Madame

Ranjuan, the owner of this property.

She doesn't like any servants nosing around

there.

Remember that.

Who's that?

Who's there?

Who's there?

Wait!

Don't cry my love.

I'll go away just for a few days.

When I finish my business I'll come back for

you.

I don't want you to go away.

I'll miss you.

We have never been apart for a single day.

What is this business of yours? Why can't I

come with you?

It's very important.

Please believe me.

Don't cry,

it's not good for the baby.

You must hurry back.

I'll be waiting here.

Yes.

Take good care of yourself.

I have to go now.

Yes.

Yes, I'm coming.

I'm beating the door down.

You must be sleeping.

Are you going to stay in the sack all day?

You know, they say you'll go crazy...

if you keep yourself holed up in the room all

day.

Who's this?

Your husband?

He's lovely.

But he looks melancholy.

He looks like...

Are you blushing?

Nualjan, pardon me if I'm being nosy.

But can I ask you something?

Since when did you last saw your husband?

Almost a year ago.

He left just when I was pregnant.

Don't stress over it.

I really feel sorry for you.

Look at me.

I was all alone, I used to wander the city

without a bed or breakfast.

I didn't even have a home to go back to.

Lucky that the Madame took me in

and gave me a place to sleep and something

to eat.

I couldn't ask for more.

Want some?

Choy...

who's the old woman in the shack at the back

of the garden?

So you've seen her.

That crone is Grandma Erb.

She's been living here forever.

A crazy old hag.

During the day she locks herself up in her

shack.

She never talks to anybody.

But at night she comes out and shuffles

around the garden.

Pay her no attention.

She's nuts.

And another thing...

Last night I also saw someone digging in the

garden.

Who was that?

So you saw him?

I've seen him too.

It gives me the creeps just talking about it.

This house is full of spooky stuff,

especially that crumbling shrine in the garden.

Every two weeks...

Madame Ranjuan tells Miss Somjit to bring

offerings

to the spirit there.

Since I've lived here...

I've never seen the Madame in person.

But on many nights I see a pale scrawny

hand...

reaching out from the shrine to take the

offerings.

It's not just in this house.

Someone told me that at the curve of the road

under the raintree...

sometimes you can see...

a long-haired woman...

playing on a swing by herself.

But the truth is...

that woman hanged herself...

and she's swinging by her neck.

That's why people around here don't go out at

night.

I nearly piss my sarong telling you all this.

Let me go!

Help!

Stop it!

Let go of her!

So you're the hero from Bangkok.

Looking for trouble uh?

Help us, please.

Help us!

You! You!

Help me please, someone's hurt.

Somebody, help us please!

A Bangkok gentleman like you...

has no idea how cruel country people can be.

Are you hurt?

No.

You hurt yourself protecting me.

Thank you very much.

It's all right.

I'm glad that you're safe.

You played so beautifully last night,

the customers enjoyed it a lot.

Are you here on a trip?

I'm fed up with Bangkok.

I'm thinking of looking for work here.

I still didn't get your name.

My name is Chob.

Didn't I tell you not to snoop around the main

house?

You did.

I'm on the way back to my room.

Wait!

Who told you to leave?

I beg your pardon.

I didn't mean to intrude on anyone's privacy.

I saw all those flowers blooming and came to

admire them.

You don't have to yell at me about such a

small matter.

A smart girl like you still has a lot to learn.

All right, we still have time.

Come with me, I'll show you something.

Do you know that every single flower you see

here...

was planted by Madame Ranjuan herself?

She planted them all with her own hands.

And they serve to honor the memory of the

great love...

she has for her late husband.

She planted all of them...

one flower after another...

day in day out.

She pampers them...

looking after them with the greatest care.

She holds on to the belief that one day...

her husband will return.

She behaves as if nothing has happened...

even though...

she knows it in her heart...

that he will never come back.

So that's why...

she locks herself in her room and...

I'm not asking for your opinion,

or your psycho-analysis.

I'm telling you all this...

because I don't want you to listen to the

rumors spread by others.

With love, though you're no longer here.

Do you believe in ghosts?

Modern woman, uh?

You don't have to believe me,

but the truth is...

several generations of people have lived and

died in this compound.

I've been here for a very long time.

I've been here since before you were born.

I've seen things you believe are just hearsay.

Let me tell you something...

...about ghosts.

They do exist.

It's up to us whether to accept them or not.

They're here with us... they're everywhere.

They are around us...

when we sleep, when we sit...

or even...

as we're talking right now.

If you believe me,

don't go wandering around at night.

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