"Josh, it's Josh! Dad, look at this!" Rowley pointed excitedly at the window on the castle. "I'm certain it's Josh. This was exactly the expression he had when he stood by the window watching me leave for work!"
Hadi leaned closer before saying, "He does look somewhat alike. This painting is as strange as ever. Mrs. Christie has disappeared, and there's an extra boy who looks like Josh. What does that mean?"
Sifa had originally thought they had experienced this once, at least once.
They should have known how to deal with it, but from the sound of things, Hadi and the others did not even know that Josh's spirit body might have been imprisoned inside the painting.
He cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Hadi, from what you were saying just now, it sounds like you've experienced something similar before. Don't you know how to handle it?"
Hadi and Rowley exchanged a look, then shook their heads together.
The old man said, "Rowley and the others were still young at the time. It happened when they were about eleven or twelve."
"At the time, their grandfather—my father—had just returned from the sea and brought back this painting, Mrs. Christie."
"But back then, he didn't know what the painting would bring. There was a gentleman living nearby then, I think his name was Frank or Franky. I can't remember clearly."
"Anyway, when he came to visit one time, he took a liking to the painting and bought it from my father for a high price."
"Then, a week later, his youngest son wouldn't wake up. I remember he was a chubby little boy who loved sweets and could eat several doughnuts at a time."
"Mr. Frank sent his son to the hospital, and not long afterward, his eldest daughter also