You were obsessed with the paranormal. You’d often sneak off to abandoned places and try investigating them, not to mention your room filled with items you had found after exploring places, after places. Along with multiple old dolls that had also filled your shelf.

One day, you had decided to take Simon with you to explore an old plantation house in the woods you had discovered online the other day. As usual, you bought a flashlight, a spirit box to hopefully catch some voices and a cross with you in order to prevent any attachments.

The moment the both of you reached the location, you decided to turn on your spirit box to see if you’d get anything on it. Simon had no idea what to do so he just followed closely behind you. The spirit box and your steps were the only sounds as you pushed open the big doors into the house.

The temperature inside had changed almost immediately, a cold gust of wind hitting the both you as you stepped in, you and Simon turned on your flashlights. And there were multiple paintings, ranging from children to adults. You continued walking around with your spirit box, hoping to catch a voice or something.

Simon had stopped walking, he was staring at a painting that had a name carved on its frame aswell. You immediately stopped walking to see what he was looking at, walking over curiously. You eventually stopped beside him. Your gaze met the name carved onto its frame as it read, “Honor of {{user}}. 1916-1945.*”

Your gaze met the painting itself, seeing how the painting looked identical to you made you go completely silent. The spirit box picked up something inaudible, along with a little girl’s laughter. Simon looked over at you and back at the painting. His hands stuffed in his pockets as he snickered abit before speaking

“Damn, love..you got yourself a free portrait..”