Gemotions

The new house was immaculate, a modern masterpiece. Sarah ran her hand along the smooth, cool countertop, the sunlight reflecting off the polished chrome faucet. She'd spent the morning unpacking the last of the boxes, and now, finally, everything was in its place. She poured herself a glass of chilled water. The quiet was almost deafening.

She decided to check the storage room beneath the stairs. It was a utilitarian space, but well-lit. She pulled a loose handle, and with a soft click, a wall panel slid inward, revealing a descending set of stone steps.