This place feels...off. Like there is something there, but every time I look on, there's nothing.
The halls are long. It feels like a maze.
I finally spot something, a door. I sigh in relief. It feels like forever since I saw one. So many twists and turns in this place.
I hasten my pace to the door. I stopped, hesitantly reaching for the knob.
Why am I hesitating?
I sigh as I reach out. I slowly turn the knob, throwing the door open.
The door swings open to a long hall filled with paintings. I glance at both sides before taking the first steps inside. There's one immediately on my left. I turn to it. It looks like a painting of George Washington. I take a few steps, my eyes lingering on the painting.
I notice something off.
The eyes seem to be moving, following me. I shiver.
There's no way these paintings are alive, right?
I continue on.
It feels like there are hundreds of eyes on me. I glance at each painting, and every time they're staring right back at me.
I stop.
I can't take this.
They're paintings.
They can't move.
Hell, they can't even look.
They're paintings...
Right...?
I feel a shiver down my spine. I spin around.
Nothing...
Good...? Bad...?
I'm just seeing things...they're not moving.
I turn back and continue walking, my pace speeding up.
I can feel the eyes burning through me as I walk the long hall.
Soon, I see another door.
I'm practically running for the door now. I throw it open, only revealing a concrete wall.
Tears are welling in my eyes as I slowly turn back. The hall seems so much longer. I can't even see the other door.
The tears are threatening to fall.
I can't take this.
Why did I come here?
Ah, right. Friend's art show. I haven't even seen them, I wonder where they are.
I start my walk back to through hall, but there seems to be a new painting. I glance at it.
No...this can't be...
