"There was a crooked man And he walked a crooked mile He found a crooked sixpence Upon a crooked stile He bought a crooked cat

She was a girl possessed by a demon. She percieved her sickness as the reason she was not loved. She only hoped to be loved. She wished for a spell to cure her sickness. What she obtained was a spell to trade bodies.

It was just a normal visit to the art gallery... or is it? Moving dolls, paintings that seem to come alive, chased by headless mannequins... I definitely won't be able to come out alive like this.