"There's been a couple times," Sam said with a shrug, "Most recently, though, had this one job that I nearly bought the farm. Some little girl's vengeful spirit was trapped in a painting, and we thought it was her father, so it almost killed myself and this lady we met. The painting itself killed everyone who ever owned it... I think it was in the possession of at least five people before we torched the girl's remains? Three of them in the month we were investigating it. Let's just say that some of these paintings? I'm glad are in a museum. It means there's less of a chance for them to do damage if they are haunted." He grinned up at her. "And that's kind of why I prefer landscapes to portraits. You don't see happy little trees getting stabby."