there's a painting in the study that's been staring at me for three generations. the subject is some great-great uncle nobody talks about and every time i walk past i swear the angle of his gaze shifts. today i turned it to face the wall. within an hour i heard something fall in the room. the painting was back facing out. no one else was home. i'm not saying it's haunted. i'm saying it has opinions and i don't appreciate the feedback. image of it before i turned it around.
