The painting itself was some blandish local landscape but the frame was what concerned her. Namely the eyes that sleepily opened and closed, perfectly camouflaged among the ornate golden scrolls and floral swirls.
They were pale red and somehow didn't terrify her. In fact they reminded her more of her childhood pet rat than anything monstrous or demonic, though it was unfortunately quite likely to be demonic in nature.
It felt warm and gently pulsed to a heartbeat she couldn't hear as she carried it towards the old churchyard, hoping that the initial steps onto consecrated ground wouldn't cause it to lash out at her... not that she quite knew how it would or if it could attack.
As the church loomed into view, she felt the frame grow cold and started to feel like she'd made a mistake.
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