“As you can see, the portrait above the mantel depicts both Lord and Lady Chumley,” the guide said, standing by the rope barrier separating a crowd from the library.
“Just behind you is the spot where they stood to have this final portrait taken. It was shortly after that Lady Chumley took that rifle and shot his Lordship right between the eyes.”
“What became of her? I heard she was hung in the gallows.”
“Certainly not! No one knows what happened to her. It’s believed she still lives here. Watching. Waiting.”
Just then the eyes of Lady Chumley’s portrait blinked.
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