Gemotions

The sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Yet, even in the brightness, a sense of foreboding settled over Eleanor. She'd just uncovered something she wasn't sure she wanted to see. Her hands shook.

Behind the wainscoting in the dining room, a small, perfectly formed doorway had been revealed. It led into a cramped, windowless room, the air thick with the scent of mildew and age.

Her breath came in shallow, rapid gasps. Her eyes darted back and forth, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Her mouth worked, but no sound came out. She was completely unable to move.