Gemotions

The label read, "To Occupant." Amelia felt a shiver crawl down her spine. It was such an impersonal address. Who could this be for? She'd only lived here a week.

She found herself, almost against her will, ripping open the package. It contained a set of elaborate, gilded playing cards. She looked at them, but they seemed to shift and change before her very eyes. The faces on the cards were vaguely familiar. She thought she should know them, but the details remained just out of reach. Suddenly, her heart began to pound in her chest, a frantic rhythm that echoed the unsettling silence of the room.