There is once an old cabin in the wood. Joggers passerby said the foul scent of rotten flesh wreaked from the cabin but no one bothered to find out the owner of the cabin or the current occupant. As time went on, the condition of the cabin deteriorated until one day, the roof caved in. When police kicked down the door, they discovered a young girl in a white dress sitting in front of a canvas. She was humming and painting a landscape. Around her, the walls were filled with blood spatters. Slowly, as in a trance, the police retreated.
This story is written for 100 Word Wednesday.