Gemotions

"No, no, no," he kept muttering, shaking his head slowly. The words tumbled out, completely involuntary. He looked at the access, then at the secret room.

The sound of the wall opening – a simple, almost innocent creak – had been what caught his attention, as he was exploring the attic. He found himself face to face with a space that defied explanation.

A single, ornate wooden chair sat in the middle of the room, bathed in an unseen light. He stood rooted to the spot, his entire being utterly paralyzed. He could only blink, again and again, like a malfunctioning machine.