I heard a noise in the hallway so I opened my bedroom door to see Mark. I started walking towards him to see if there was anything wrong, I then saw that it wasn't Mark. I ran to the closest room and crawled under the bed. It was only moments after that that the door opened and the boy looked right at me. I walked right past him and went for the painting. I put a stool under the painting and the boy walked into the painting using the stool. I took the painting, placed it in the bathtub, and drenched it in water. The oil ran off of the painting and looked as if someone took a brush and was painting the tub. Ever since that night I somehow felt as if someone was watching me.
