The Portraits

Despite looking at the portraits once already, you decide to take another stroll past them. Perusing the canvases, you realize that your instinct that the subjects aren’t actually related is more accurate than you originally thought. Every face shares the exact same features and placement, as if one canvas was copied directly onto the next with minor details changed. Yes, some subjects were men while others were women, There’s even a couple of children. And yet, all of the eyes seem adult and haggard, the pupils following your every movement. It would be creepy if you weren’t as confused as you are now. 

You reach the final portrait and shake your head. There were no signatures on a single canvas. Nothing that could give you a hint of what you’re even looking for. Just a bunch of strange paintings that follow you around.

This wasn’t the right place to look.