I tracked them carefully through the darkened house.
They almost escaped; but tequila has a way of smoothing out all unreality. So when they shimmered and turned into the painting, my befuddled mind recalled the contents of half forgotten bedside tales and fixed my eyes on the point.
There! Resting my head against the canvas I saw them. They had stolen from me again. Enough! Deal with them. Grandma taught me how.
I transformed myself and entered the scene with them.
They looked up, scattering frantically as the shadow of my chosen avatar fell across them.
“Nevermore!” I cawed angrily.
This was my entry to Angela's Triple Visual Dare #4