Something Not Quiet

It was that hour between the night and the next day. That hour known... as 'Witchin' Time'.   

That was when Nicole found herself standing before the recorded mundanity of a portrait. That irksome likeness of a rotten mustachioed blonde lord.

A number of times this quiet confronting ritual occurred. What was this odd attraction?

It is said that whence a person sees a painting of a past life they are driven to madness soonafter. Was that it perhaps? Then she whispered something to the jowly-faced man in the painting.

"My shadow... I see you." And that was when she heard the scratching sound from the wall behind her...