Gemotions

The floorboards in the attic groaned ominously as Elias worked to clear the clutter. A loose board shifted under his weight, revealing a dark void beneath. He dropped to his knees, peering into the opening. He blinked several times, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

His jaw went slack. A narrow set of wooden stairs led down into the gloom. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee. His skin tingled. He felt a cold dread that he hadn’t felt in years. He felt the blood leave his face.

He swallowed hard. This felt… wrong. Violating. He took a hesitant step toward the stairs, then another. He was so incredibly unsure.