My name is Isabel Ravens. I'm an art collector. I collect and sell fine artworks to art galleries and museums. God, I should've known the painting was a thing to stay away from.
I moved in to apartment 333. I was curious about the painting that originated from here. I took it out from my car and hung it in the apartment. As I put it up on the wall, my eyes came across the line of text on the bottom of the artwork. 'What do you see?'. I half smiled at the question. I see a picture of a man with a cane. Nothing else. Then, I noticed a change in the painting. The figure was now holding the cane in his right hand. Curious, I studied the painting once more. The same attentiveness toward each brushstroke was unchanged. The only change was the image itself. Had I imagined the cane to be in the figure's left hand while I was in the store? Probably. I disclosed the change as a figment of my imagination. I was soon to find out how wrong I was.
That night,
I was reading a copy of a book called Crescendo, written by Becca Fitzpatrick. I was in my room, about to sleep. Then, I heard a noise. A soft scratching sound on the floor boards. I thought it to be an intruder for a moment. But then again, it could be my dog. I got back to reading. Then, I hear the scratching again. I ignored it. Then, I smelled burning wood. I got out of bed and opened the door. A fire was burning on the floor. 'Fire!' I shouted. I frantically searched for a glass of water. I ran toward the kitchen and filled a jug with water. I carried the jug toward the fire and poured its contents onto the fire. The fire went out. Then, I saw the burn marks left on the floor. They formed a message. 'STAY OUT OF 333.' It read.
I woke up next morning finding out that I had overslept. I got dressed and hesded towrd the living room when I noticed the painting. 'What do you see?' I asked myself. 'A painting.' I answered my own question. Then I noticed something else about the painting. It changed. It was as if the man was painted to look see through in the painting. That wasn't present before. I shrugged and left the apartment.
When I came back, the painting had changed entirely. The man in the painting was gone.
* * *
I'm still searching for the painting. Obviously, the painting that I discovered previously was planted by a thief. The original must've been stolen. I changed the locks on the apartment. Hopefully the thief will be caught. I was trying to install another lock, but I was having trouble with the drill. 'Need some help with that?' Said a friendly voice from behind me. I spun around. I was surprised by the face that met my eyes.
To be continued...
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To be continued...
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