Gemotions

The new house felt…off. It wasn’t the creaking floorboards or the draughty windows. It was the feeling that someone, somewhere, didn’t want her here. She found the key to the cellar in the back of the silverware drawer. The note taped to the door read, “Do Not Enter.”

She folded the note and tucked it into her pocket. The lock was simple, a cheap padlock. She jiggled the key, and it turned. The cellar smelled of damp earth and something else, something metallic. She stepped inside, ignoring the shiver that ran down her spine. This was her house now. She'd investigate every corner.

Her gaze swept across the room. The only thing of note was a plain, wooden trunk tucked against the far wall. She walked over to it, placing her hand on the cold metal latch. She wouldn't be intimidated by the unknowns.