Gemotions

He stared at the blank expanse of wall in the basement, the damp air clinging to him like a second skin. He didn’t know why, but he felt an urge, a compulsion to examine it. His sense of direction was scrambled, like a compass spinning wildly.

The new house felt like it was shifting around him, the angles of the walls constantly changing. He was tired of this new reality and the way his brain couldn’t seem to settle.

He ran his hand along the wall, finding a slight imperfection, a seam he hadn’t noticed before. He pressed, and the wall gave way, revealing a small, forgotten room, the air thick with the scent of mildew and something else—something that tasted like secrets.