Gemotions

The silence of the house was a physical weight, pressing down on her shoulders. Her husband's unexpected travels left her alone, and she was left with the house's silent judgment. The discovery was the last thing she needed.

The hidden space was accessed by a panel in the attic. Inside, there was a collection of old photographs. She didn't want to look, but she found herself picking them up, one by one. Each picture told a story, each one more unsettling than the last.

She felt a cold dread creep into her bones. Her breath hitched, and a wave of nausea washed over her. She could feel the world closing in, squeezing the air from her lungs. She dropped the photographs, her hands shaking.