Gemotions

The movers were gone, and Sarah stood alone, the echo of their footsteps still lingering in the cavernous foyer. Loneliness pressed against her, making her chest feel tight. The silence, so vast, was almost a physical presence.

While attempting to arrange the storage closet, she brushed against what felt like a loose panel. A crack appeared, widening to reveal a small, windowless room, barely bigger than a large closet. It was empty save for a small, wooden box sitting on a dusty shelf.

Her hands shook as she reached for the box. This was all wrong, all unsettling. It was the sort of scene from a horror film, the sort of thing that always ended badly. Why did she find this? Why her? Tears pricked her eyes. She pulled back her hand.