Gemotions

The aroma of old books and something else, something metallic, drifted from the hallway. Thomas had been wandering the house, chasing that strange feeling, that tingle on his skin. He always felt it when something big was about to happen. He felt it now.

He ran his hands over the library paneling, searching. A small, almost invisible indentation. He pressed. A faint click echoed through the silent house. A section of the wall slid inward, revealing a narrow passage. He pulled out his phone, the flashlight beam dancing across the dusty floor.