It all started when I slept over at Sisi's house. We heard banging and asked eachother if we were doing it. No, we both replied. That's when Sisi noticed that a painting on her wall was scowling at me. The painting is of a dark-skinned woman with long black hair and brown eyes. I then looked too, and noticed how her expression seemed to change from time to time. We then came up with the idea to challenge her. I stared at her and muttered under my breath, "I challenge you." Sisi said, frightened, that the woman looked angry and her face was distorted. I noticed it, too. Her eyes became narrow and yellow. Her hair seemed to dissappear, and her face squished in, making her look more like an angry Indian chief than a woman. Sisi told me an old lady had died in her basement before. We stopped looking at the painting, and asked it to leave. We thought it was gone, but one day we saw Sisi's bedspread moving, and we began waking up with scratches. We don't know if it was the painting... but she's our main suspect!
