Gemotions

Sarah sighed, the sound a gust of hot air against her cheek. This move was a disaster. The boxes were half-unpacked, the internet still wasn't connected, and her coffee machine, naturally, was missing. She kicked a stray box labeled "Kitchen Utensils" – she didn't care about utensils.

She found herself wandering through the house, attempting to locate the source of a persistent, low hum that seemed to vibrate through her bones. She wasn’t sure why she bothered, given the day she was having. Her jaw was clenched and her eyebrows were drawn together.

In the back of the pantry, behind a stack of canned peaches, a section of the wooden paneling seemed off. She ran a weary hand over it, and a click sounded. She tugged, and a narrow door swung inward, revealing a small, dimly lit room. She stepped inside, the hum intensifying, but the sense of unease didn't dissipate.