Gemotions

From the moment David poked his head in, he wanted to leave. The air was thick, heavy, and the light from his flashlight barely cut through the gloom. The previous occupants had left behind… a menagerie of oddities, from tarnished silverware to a stained mattress.

He tentatively moved a box and saw its contents: a collection of yellowed letters, tied with faded ribbon. He almost instantly covered his mouth as a small fly buzzed past. He imagined touching them, the old paper crumbling in his hands. He took a shuddering breath.

He knew he couldn't stay up here for long. The thought of sorting through this mess filled him with a profound sense of revulsion, a feeling that clawed at his insides.