There was a picture on the wall of my room. It was a picture depicting a room with a girl. Yellow walls, green carpets, and light purple curtains. I can see the blue sky from the open window. The girl is standing on the floor and is wearing pretty pink clothes. One morning, when I looked at the picture without thinking, the girl's position in the picture was moving. I feel that she is in the foreground. But I thought it was my mind. Because it is just a picture... That night, when I saw the picture of the wall again, the girl's position moved further. She is in the foreground more. And she looks at me and laughs. I was scared and almost crying. When I talked about it, my mom laughed at me. "It's not strange, isn't it?" "Why..." "This is a picture I got." Our relatives have a painter's uncle. My uncle had a daughter, but she got sick and died. Surely the girl in the picture will be his daughter. The next morning, when I woke up, my room had changed completely. Not the room in the picture, but my room. Yellow walls, green carpets, and light purple curtains. The blue sky was visible from the open window. And I was wearing pink clothes. I was surprised to see the picture of the wall. However, there was no picture there. There was just a square mirror.
