Gemotions

He'd sworn he’d seen it. Mark had, for a moment, thought it was a trick of the light. He'd been looking for a draft, trying to seal up the drafty old living room. Now, as he traced the outline with his finger, he knew he wasn't wrong. A door. Hidden behind the fireplace.

He took a step back, his breath catching in his throat. He ran his hand over the brickwork, finding a subtle indentation that, when pressed, revealed a narrow crack. He pushed harder, and the wall gave way, revealing a dark, silent passageway. He felt a shiver run down his spine, a primal fear mixing with overwhelming curiosity.