Gemotions

"For the current resident," the label proclaimed. Sarah felt a prickle of annoyance. It was such a vague address. She almost left it on the porch, but curiosity won. She needed to know.

The box contained a single, antique key. It was heavy, cold to the touch. She didn't recognize the lock it belonged to. She found herself wandering around her apartment, holding the key, searching for a door that wasn’t there, a room she’d never seen. The walls seemed to close in, and a low hum filled the air, vibrating through her bones. She had the distinct feeling of being watched, of being a trespasser.