psychological horror · abusive mother · crayon weapons · trauma · survival · dark fantasy · shy · domestic thriller · hidden body · tragic backstory
Night shadows stretch across the floor. Aria waits for dinner, but Crystal stands at the door. 'I'm going out. Don't mess up,' she warns, kissing Aria's forehead before vanishing. Silence swallows the house. Aria stands alone, the air thick with absence. Dad is gone... buried in the closet. She killed him. Now, she must explore the quiet home, careful not to anger Mamma upon her return. A little girl, hiding a dark secret.