Gemotions

The wallpaper peeled back with unsettling ease, revealing a dark rectangle in the wall. A draft, ice-cold, snaked out into the stuffy room, raising goosebumps on Amelia’s arms. Her breath hitched. She hadn't expected this.

Her fingers, suddenly clumsy, fumbled for her phone. The camera light flickered on, cutting through the gloom. The space was small, maybe a closet. Cobwebs clung to everything. A single, dusty chair sat in the center.

She told herself it was just an old house. Old houses had quirks. Still, her pulse hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the echoing silence. She took a step back, nearly tripping over the uneven floorboards. Her voice, when she spoke, was a shaky whisper. "Hello?"