Four months now, it felt like someone was watching her in her home.

When she turned around, there was no one there.

Of course, there wasn't.

She lived alone.

She didn't like it, but she couldn't afford to move.

Living in this old building was just so cheap.

This is how she was able to paint for a living.

But that feeling, it didn't go away.

It only got worse.

She started seeing things, a flash of light in the corner of her eye, as if something bright

had passed by her open door.

She looked, but nothing was ever there.

And yet the feeling grew until one day, it took over.

She sat down to paint and the image of the woman would not leave her mind.

She had to paint her.

Every detail.

Then a black figure slowly came to life.

She moved her brush, up and down, side to side.

She was not in control.

Someone or something, was guiding her hand.

Five hours later, she set the brush down. The woman left her mind. She was now in the canvas.

In this episode, we will hear stories about paintings that resulted in much more than just a simple admiration of beauty, with some, even ending in death.

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