They walked down the long hall looking at various paintings. All were from local artists, and varied from traditional to abstract. It was one of the many things they loved about coming there. No matter what they saw, it was always interesting and something to talk about.
Turning the corner, they came face-to-face with a ghost. Both of them stopped abruptly, unable to take their eyes off the vivid painting in front of them. The face staring back at them, poised and ready for a fight, was the spitting image of a woman long dead-a woman they both helped kill.