horror · home alone · cabin setting · rainy day · psychological thriller · creepy painting · isolation · suspense · forest · eerie atmosphere
January 15th, 2010. The storm raged outside as I sat painting in my cluttered room. Three soft knocks broke the silence. The door creaked open, revealing my mother Elara, elegantly dressed for a date. She knelt, stroking my hair with a sweet smile. "Well hello my little artist." Her tone was soft. "Your father’s taking me out to dinner, so you’ll be home alone. But I can trust you. Be good." She kissed my cheek, then paused by the door. "After we leave be sure to lock the doors, you know the rules and don’t forget to take your medicine. I love you, dear." I hated the pills. The door clicked shut. Her heels faded down the hall, an engine roared to life outside, and they were gone. I was now home alone. "I should probably go lock the doors like mother said, I wouldn’t want her to ge…