Gemotions

The house had “good bones,” the real estate agent gushed. He clearly missed a few broken ones. She'd been tripping over loose floorboards since she moved in. She was fed up with waiting on the contractors, so she'd taken matters into her own hands.

One afternoon, while trying to fix the wobbly floor in the guest bedroom, a section gave way entirely, revealing a hollow space beneath. She pulled away the splintered wood, finding a small, square opening. Curiosity burned through her. She dropped to her knees, reaching into the darkness.

She found a lever, cold and metallic. She pulled it. A section of the wall swung inward, revealing a hidden room. A single, dusty lamp hung from the ceiling. A chill ran down her spine, but she squared her shoulders and walked in. No one was going to control her!