Gemotions

The new house felt…wrong. It wasn't the creaking floorboards or the draughts. It was a feeling, a prickling awareness that something was amiss. Ethan was on edge. During a routine inspection of the basement, he noticed a section of the wall that seemed…different. He ran his hand along the cold, stone surface. The air felt colder, more still.

He found it. A barely perceptible seam, running vertically. He pressed, hard. There was a groan, a grinding noise, and then, a slow, deliberate opening. He stepped back instinctively, his heart thumping in his ears.