The Obsession
The cozy cabin sat deep in the forest, miles from the busy city and nosy neighbors. Its wood was all weathered and old, weathered by time, but it was sturdy enough to keep the outside world at bay. The place was low on light, only brightened by the TV's flickering screen casting creepy shadows everywhere.
The man sat in an old, worn-out armchair, the faded fabric matching the rest of the shabby but strangely organized surroundings. He was dressed in black jeans and a gray hoodie, merging into the dull atmosphere around him. He sat casually, his legs stretched out, eyes glued to the TV screen as the news anchor went on about boring city stuff.