Gemotions

The house smelled of fresh paint and wood. The removal men were long gone, and the furniture was in place. She sat in her new favourite chair in the living room, watching the branches of the old oak tree sway in the wind. She felt a lightness within her, a feeling of gentle ease.

She walked through the rooms, adjusting the placement of some of her belongings. She liked the way the light fell in the dining room, the way the sun warmed the wooden floors. She ran her hand across the fireplace mantle, its smooth surface inviting.

While running her hands over the brick, she felt a slight dip in the mortar. She pushed and felt a section of the wall give way. It revealed a small room, filled with shadows. She entered and surveyed it.