Gemotions

The light from the flashlight danced across the stone walls of the hidden room, revealing a scene that made Sarah’s stomach churn. She gagged softly. It was the smell first, like something rotting, something that had been left to fester for far too long.

The room was furnished with a single, decrepit wooden chair. Across the room, a chipped porcelain doll sat on a dusty shelf, its painted eyes staring blankly.

She brought her sleeve to her mouth. She had an overwhelming urge to go and hide in her car.