The woman in the portrait

Bang!

The door upstairs rattled again, thunder rolled outside. Taking a candle, maneuvering darkness you climb up the stairs, shuddering. The warnings come back but curbing hesitation, you push the door, calming breath leaving in hiss.

There, hanging in a portrait was a beauty undefined.

The door bangs open once more, breaking your trance. The Lord has returned.

“Get. Out.” 

The venomous tone makes you walk. Over his back, you take a parting look. SHE was gone. Those eyes now bulged, lips outstretched, face a grotesque shape. Giving hard gaze, he shuts the door.

A cackling laughter followed.