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2020-10-31 01:23:06"Did I miss something?"
Harry asked while bandaging her wrist. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. She could hear the heartache in his voice, it shook with dolour. She remained numb, still in shock. When he looked up her eyes started to tear up. He then held her, softly but passionately.
"Please tell me what's wrong?" She could feel his breath on her neck. She wiped away her tears and sobbed. " I don't know." She sniffed then let him go. He had the type of worry in his eyes that caused his eyebrows to furrow and his dimples to hide. He held her hand." Does it have anything to do with us?"
She shook her head and cried harder, pulling at his shirt. She rested her head on his chest." Never."
In between sobs she said," I didn't do this to myself." She looked up at him as fragile as a strand of rain, with a tear in her eye. " Somethings wrong, but not with me." She looked down at the bandage.
"Let me show you something." She took his hand and walked into her studio. "It's this thing." She picked up the image of the red man marked with blood.
''The painting you saw at the gallery?" He tilted his head.
"The thing is, it wasn't in the gallery." She looked down at it." It was done by an anonymous."
"Hold on." He grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. Where he got his laptop and set it down on the bed." Let's check." He sat and she sat down next to him. He typed blood paintings. And a whole list of gruesome images appeared, disturbing imagery. But the painting wasn't there.
"Wait." She typed.
-Blood paintings paranormal-
And the first image to appear was the lucid red man painting. They looked at each other and she hesitated, Harry helped her click the link.
A Blogspot appeared, the title was of the worlds most haunted paintings. Listing top 5, was "The Hands Resist Him, a.k.a. the eBay Haunted Painting" and others that Dona never heard of. And rated number 2 was...
Harry read it." The Anguished man?"
"I've heard of that before. She looked at Harry." From one of the ladies on the case". She called the killer." The Anguished Man."
"Do you think she knows anything?"
"Won't hurt to find out."
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