Gemotions

The silence of the house was punctuated only by the rhythmic thumping of Amelia’s heart. She stalked through the unused guest bedroom, running her hand along the dusty walls. The previous owners had left a mess of problems; the paint was flaking. Beneath a tapestry depicting a pastoral scene, she found a seam, a subtle indentation in the wall. With a shove, the panel popped open, revealing a tight space. She climbed inside, the air heavy, the darkness closing in. This house was just another example, another testament to the unfairness of everything.