Gemotions

The air in the new house felt heavy, as if pressing down on Michael’s chest. He'd spent the entire day cleaning and scrubbing, only to find more dirt lurking in every corner. He rubbed his aching lower back.

He’d almost tripped over a box left by the previous owners. It was labeled "miscellaneous." He kicked it aside. The floorboards in the dining room creaked under his weight. He was starting to feel a dull ache in his temples.

He stood in the dining room, and his gaze lingered on a particularly ornate mirror. Something about it felt... off. It was too heavy, too elaborate, for the simple room. He reached out and touched the frame, and a section gave way. Behind the mirror, a narrow door stood ajar.