The house was quiet until the painting arrived.
Just a girl in a chair.
No one knows why
But the oldest sister
She cared for the painting
And she always laughed at the stories people told,when they could hear the girl crying. Or screaming through the house.
“Don’t pay any attention. It’s just the wind coming in from the ocean. It echoes through these old walls.”
But things started moving.
They went missing.
During some parties
The fire would go out
Or if out
It would suddenly burn to life…
The older sister
she looked after the painting.
She carried it everywhere she moved.
She never married.
And sometimes at night she could be heard talking in the halls or the kitchen…and a girl could be heard answering her.
Regarding Samuel 