Gemotions

"Perfect," Mark muttered, surveying the chaos. He surveyed his new 'perfect' home. The previous owner had taken all the good stuff. The furniture was all wrong, the paint was atrocious, and the dog had already found a muddy patch in the newly seeded lawn.

He’d spent the entire day wrestling with the plumbing, only to end up with a leaky faucet and a flooded utility room. He slammed the wrench down on the concrete floor, the clang echoing his frustration. He’d probably need to buy a whole new toolkit now.

He wandered into the hallway, his shoulders slumped. There, beneath a faded tapestry, a section of the wall appeared… different. The wallpaper was a shade darker, and the lines of the wood seemed to deviate from the rest. He touched it, and felt a give. The wall slid inward, revealing a flight of stairs leading downwards.