Gemotions

The air in the attic felt thick, heavy. Emma, her heart pounding, had come up to where her niece, Sophie, had been playing. The drawings were scattered everywhere. A collection of images, all featuring the same character.

The figure was always there. A smiling character with butterfly wings and a hat that resembled a teapot. The creature’s familiar smile sent a shiver down her spine.

She searched through the boxes, her fingers trembling. Her breath hitched as she stumbled across a box of her old childhood toys. She had to understand.