My family and I moved into our new neighbourhood two weeks ago . It was always that painting on the second floor hallway that gave me the chills everytime I walked by it . But soon I came to realise that it's not the painting what's creepy , it's what's behind it . And ever since my cousin Ben went missing that painting is the only thing that will tell us where he went , or maybe the person living in this house twenty years before us.
4 parts