There’s something in the basement… and Henry is home alone.
The Painted Darkness is a slim book with a big debt to Stephen King, plumbing the same sorts of externalized inner horror that he specializes in. That’s not to say that the book is derivative, merely that it wears its influences proudly.
Henry is home alone in the middle of a snowstorm, and has to go check the boiler. While down there, he discovers that he is not exactly alone. He then remembers a childhood horror that might explain the mysterious paintings he doesn’t quite remember creating. It’s short and very scary!