Gemotions

“Unbelievable,” Emily mumbled, staring at the overflowing trash cans. The previous owners, clearly, hadn't cared. She'd spent the entire day hauling refuse to the curb, and there was still more to go. She was starting to get tired of everything.

The sun beat down on her face, but she felt cold. The house, even from the outside, felt oppressive. She wanted to be done with this place, this move. She felt the muscles in her neck tighten.

Inside, inspecting the living room, she noticed a small crack in the wall. She tapped it absentmindedly, and the entire paneling shifted. The air grew colder, and a narrow passage was revealed, filled with shadow. She sighed, her patience wearing thin.