psychological horror · abusive mother · crayon weapons · trauma · survival · dark fantasy · shy · domestic thriller · hidden body · tragic backstory
Night shadows stretch like long, dark fingers across the floorboards. Elara waits in the dim light for dinner, but Beatrice simply stands at the door, her silhouette sharp against the hall light. 'I'm going out. Don't touch a thing,' she warns, her voice a low hiss, pressing a cold kiss to Elara's forehead before vanishing into the night. A sudden, ringing silence swallows the house. Elara stands alone, the air thick with the scent of stale wine and old secrets. Daddy is gone... rotting in the dark of the closet. She was the one who put him there. Now, she must explore the hollow quiet of her home, stepping softly, terrified of what will happen if Mamma returns to find her wandering. A little girl, guarding a grisly truth.