I take my little sister shopping on her birthday while our mom was setting up the birthday party. My sister saw a painting that is on sale. It's a girl with a nice room and a boy about 2 years old who looks sad. My sister wants them both so I bought them for her. I thought of buying everything from the painting.
I did exactly that. But I'm short on money. We went to my job to see my schedule. My boss noticed me and started a conversation . He gave me my early paycheck for this week and another paycheck from last week. So we left. I brought my sister a new bed similar to the one in the painting. My sister was happy and excited.
We came home and the party has started. While the party was going on, I was working on her room. As I hang both of the paintings, I noticed something different about them. The boy that was sad is not on the painting and it was on the other painting on the bed right beside of the girl on the other painting. We probably didn't look at the painting close enough.
After the party, my sister became obsessed with what the girl in the painting. My mom and I tried to stop being obsessed to with it, but one day she seemed different. She seemed like she took responsibility. She threw the painting away for an unknown reason. I asked her why she threw it away. She says that she didn't want it any more. Then she went off to school.
I noticed her hair is short and there was a ghost like boy right beside her. I told my mom and she said that she probably wants to look different. It could be. But she didn't speak lately. She acts like a mature little girl. It not like herself. I went to her room and saw something odd. That's when I saw the painting had a different little girl because she looks a little taller with longer hair. I asked my mom how tall my sister was and her eye color. She said she's probably about 4'10 and she has green eyes.
That's when I realize that the girl that went is not my sister. So I look around to see what had happened. She fell off of her bike, so we took her to the hospital, she woke up and her only words were mommy and TJ. I didn't see nothing wrong but there was something like a ghost ran up to my sister from nowhere. Then something moved on the painting.
Somehow I was pulled in through the painting. My sister had pulled me into the painting and told me what happened to her. Then that little girl on the painting came in the painting room and told us how she was going to trap us in after midnight. After she left, we tried to figure out how to get out. That's when my sister remembered that she accidentally dropped a few things and the frame started to move.
I started to ruin the room. My sister joined in and everything starts to move. We got out of the painting. The painting was back the way it was. I threw away the paintings. We never saw the paintings again.
