As the shadows deepen within the great hall one picture seemed to stand out most of all.
"Isn't that the one father would always turn around at night?" The speaker turned to her brother,"Said it gave him the willies when he'd walk by it."
Charles' eyes widened with horror, "I can see why Sophia. Look!"
Sophia followed his tremulous finger. The painting had change. She screamed. Her mother's face looked out, eyes sunken, papery skin pulled taught over smiling skeletal teeth. The Witch, it seemed, had lived on.