Welcome to my home

It was a dark night. Jenna had just arrived at her new home, a small cabin deep in the woods. She had inherited the cabin from her grandmother, who had recently passed away. Jenna had always loved visiting her grandmother at the cabin as a child, but now that she was there alone, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

The cabin was old and creaky, with drafty windows and a musty smell. Jenna lit a fire in the fireplace and tried to settle in for the night. As she sat on the couch, she heard strange noises coming from outside. At first, she thought it was just the wind, but the sounds grew louder and more unsettling.

Jenna tried to ignore the noises and focus on the book she was reading, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her. She looked around the room and noticed that the curtains were moving, even though there was no breeze. Jenna tried to rationalize it, but her fear continued to grow.

Suddenly, the power went out. Jenna was plunged into darkness. She fumbled for her phone, but it was dead. She tried to light a candle, but she couldn't find any matches. She was alone in the dark, with only the sound of the storm and the creaking of the cabin for company.

Jenna heard footsteps approaching the cabin. She was frozen with fear. The footsteps grew closer and closer, until she could hear them right outside the door. She heard a key turning in the lock, and the door slowly creaked open.

Standing in the doorway was a figure Jenna couldn't quite make out. It was tall and dark, with glowing eyes. Jenna tried to run, but she couldn't move. The figure slowly advanced toward her, its eyes fixed on her.

Jenna tried to scream, but no sound came out. She was trapped, helpless, as the figure reached out to touch her. Just as it was about to make contact, Jenna woke up, sweating and shaking.

It had all been a dream. Jenna breathed a sigh of relief and looked around the room. Everything seemed normal, and the storm had passed. She got up to make some coffee, but as she walked into the kitchen, she noticed that something was different.

There was a trail of muddy footprints leading from the front door to the kitchen. Jenna followed the footprints, her heart racing. They led to a door that she hadn't noticed before. Jenna opened the door and found a staircase leading down into darkness.

Jenna hesitated, but her curiosity got the better of her. She descended the stairs, and as she reached the bottom, she saw a faint light coming from the end of the hallway. She followed the light and found herself in a small room. The room was filled with strange objects and symbols that Jenna didn't recognize.

As she looked around, Jenna heard a voice behind her. "Welcome to my home," the voice said.

Jenna turned around and saw a woman standing in front of her. The woman was dressed in black, with long dark hair and piercing eyes. Jenna couldn't quite place her age, as she seemed to be both young and old at the same time.

The woman introduced herself as Isabella, and Jenna couldn't help but feel drawn to her. Isabella showed Jenna around the room, pointing out various objects and explaining their significance.

As they talked, Jenna noticed that Isabella's eyes seemed to change color. They went from a bright green to a deep purple, and Jenna couldn't help but feel uneasy. She started to back away, but Isabella grabbed her arm.

"You're not leaving yet," Isabella said, her voice cold and menacing. "You belong to me now."