The humming was coming from down the hall in a room to the left, likely the room next door. There were more paintings on the walls. They looked like rooms in the house, but they continued to have the same appearance as the last ones; gray and rather messy, giving only a vague depiction of what the painting was of. Yet, they weren't terrible, despite their messy appearance.

No one was in the hallway though. Empty as the room he came in. All that was him, his avian companion, and a strange singing voice.