A5 Salon

I spent a lot of time lounging in one of the armchairs in that living room, the fire in the fireplace seemingly unable to consume its logs, creating a warm and pleasant atmosphere. Today I no longer dare to set foot in it because one night, while I had dozed off there, I was awakened by a strange rustling sound, that of the Lady in the portrait, whose entirely black eyes stared at me malevolently as she slowly emerged from her gilded frame.

Pencil illustration of a small, seemingly perfectly normal living room.