Gemotions

The previous owners hadn't left much behind, but a few forgotten items had remained in the attic. While sifting through a pile of dusty trunks, Mark stumbled upon a section of wall that felt different. He pushed against it, and a hidden door swung inward. He stood paralyzed.

His pulse quickened. He hadn't expected this. His mouth hung slightly open, and his eyes were wide. The room was dark, silent, and unsettling.

He felt an unsettling disquiet he couldn't name, a sense of foreboding that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He just stood there, staring.