Gemotions

The attic's dim light made shadows dance, their movements mirroring the unease inside him. He didn’t want to be here, trapped in this mausoleum of forgotten things, but the house felt like a physical burden.

He found a small, locked box. He spent an hour, picking at the lock. Finally, with a snap, it gave way. Inside, a single, tarnished silver locket lay. He opened it, revealing a faded photograph of a woman he didn’t know.

He wanted to scream. He slammed the box shut, the sound echoing in the stillness. He hated the unknown secrets that lived inside his house. He wanted to leave everything behind. He kicked at the box, sending it skidding across the floor.