It was that hour between the night and the next day. That hour known... as 'Witchin' Time'.
That was when Nicole found herself standing before the recorded mundanity of a portrait. That irksome likeness of a rotten mustachioed blonde lord.
A number of times this quiet confronting ritual occurred. What was this odd attraction?
It is said that whence a person sees a painting of a past life they are driven to madness soonafter. Was that it perhaps? Then she whispered something to the jowly-faced man in the painting.
"My shadow... I see you." And that was when she heard the scratching sound from the wall behind her...