Gemotions

From the moment she'd seen the house, Emily had been drawn to the living room fireplace. Something about its intricate stonework felt… off. Now, after a week of investigating, she’d found the release. A subtle shift in the lowest stone, a click, and the entire fireplace swung inward, revealing a small room behind it.

Her mouth fell open. The chamber was filled with dusty antique toys, each one perfectly preserved. A miniature wooden train set, still on its tracks. A porcelain doll, its painted eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. She could hardly breathe.