Gemotions

"Alright, let's do this," Martha muttered to herself, her voice a shaky whisper. The house loomed before her, a hulking presence against the grey sky. She pushed open the door, the hinges protesting with a loud screech. The sound made her jump.

She wandered through the house, her steps slow and unsure. She wanted a place to sit, but everything felt… wrong. The furniture seemed to crowd the rooms, the shadows played tricks on her eyes. The wallpaper, which she remembered as a delicate pattern of roses, now seemed overwhelming. She brushed her hand against the wall.

She reached the back bedroom, her hands clammy. This was her grandmother's room. Martha knew she was supposed to go through her grandmother's belongings. But what was she looking for? Why was she here again? She shook her head. Her vision swam for a moment.