Gemotions

The old house hummed with a strange energy, and I had dismissed it as my imagination. Until now. I was tracing a crack in the dining room wall when a section of the wainscoting suddenly popped loose. A dark space.

My hand flew to my mouth. I felt a flush of heat in my cheeks, a sudden quickening of my pulse. I had spent weeks decorating the rooms, feeling like I was the only person who lived in this house.

I looked at the aperture again, and I felt as though the house was looking back at me. I took a few steps away from the space. I looked back, then I stepped forward, and I touched the wood again, before opening it.