There I stood, staring at the painting of that woman.
The gloom was broken only by the lightning dancing in the darkness.
Suddenly, her eyes came alive and looked at me with malice.
I tried to look away, but it was impossible.
A supernatural force kept me mesmerised by his sinister gaze.
The ices in my glass shook violently as an icy chill gripped the room.
Then the woman in the painting grimaced demonically and began to laugh a blood-chilling, unhinged laugh.
A bolt of lightning struck nearby, illuminating her face from beyond the grave for a split second, before plunging me into the deepest, most terrifying darkness.
