Gemotions

The wallpaper peeled back with a sickening rip, revealing a dark rectangle. Elias, mid-renovation, froze, his gloved hand still clutching the edge. He stared. Behind the floral pattern, a door. Not just a doorway, but a solid, unseen door. He reached out, his fingers trembling, and felt for a handle. Nothing. Just the smooth, cool wood. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He ran back downstairs for a screwdriver, his mind a whirlwind of possibilities.

He pried at the edge, the wood resisting his efforts. Finally, with a loud crack, the door gave way, swinging inward to reveal a tiny, windowless room. Dust motes danced in the lone beam of his flashlight, illuminating a single, antique rocking chair. A chill snaked up his spine. He couldn’t explain the feeling, but he knew he was compelled to enter.