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She had always loved the old Victorian house. The creaking floorboards, the high ceilings, and the grand staircase were all part of its charm. But there was one thing about the house that made her uneasy: the portrait in the hallway. It was a painting of a young woman, her eyes following you wherever you went.

At first, she thought it was just her imagination. But then, strange things started happening. She would hear footsteps in the night, even though she was alone. Doors would open and close on their own. And the portrait...it seemed to change. Sometimes, the woman's eyes would glow in the dark, and her lips would move as if she were whispering.

One night, she couldn't take it anymore. She decided to confront the portrait. She stood in front of it, staring into the woman's eyes. "Who are you?" she whispered. The portrait remained silent. Then, she felt a cold draft, and a chill ran down her spine. When she looked back at the portrait, it was gone. In its place was a blank canvas. 