Haunted Paintings
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In the world of haunted objects, there seems to be something extra creepy about haunted paintings. Perhaps it has something to do with the intimacy of a painted canvas or the timelessness of the medium-the eyes of the subjects seem to look deep into your soul and sometimes these eyes even follow you no matter where you go. The following is a collection of very unique stories of paintings that brought with them some very dark forces that no one-and I mean no one-wanted in their home.
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