Gemotions

“This place is a fixer-upper,” I'd told myself, trying to be optimistic. The reality, however, was proving far more challenging. The previous owner had 'loved' the house, apparently in the way one 'loves' a pet goldfish. Every corner seemed to hold another problem. I was halfway through painting the guest bedroom when my brush hit something hard.

Behind the wallpaper, I found what looked like a door, its outline only faintly visible. I pulled at it, and with a groan, it swung inward, revealing a flight of stairs leading downwards. I felt a twitch in my eye.