Gemotions

The homeowner stared at the antique camera, the flashbulb still intact. He'd been looking for old furniture, not a portal to the past. He didn't know anything about photography. He wasn't even interested.

He picked it up anyway, turning it over in his hands. He felt a strange compulsion to look through the viewfinder. He did. The attic blurred, and for a moment he saw... something else.

He dropped the camera with a clatter, his entire body trembling. He stumbled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen something he shouldn't have.