Gemotions

The discovery was a complete accident. Emily was repainting the living room when her paintbrush snagged on a loose piece of molding. With a little more force, the molding popped free, revealing a gap in the wall. A cold draft wafted out, carrying with it a scent of stale air and something acrid, almost chemically.

Her hands were shaking as she peered into the dark space. She felt sick. Her breath caught in her chest, making a strangled sound. She backed away, bumping into the ladder, which teetered precariously.

The beam of her flashlight swept across the room. There were shelves lined with jars – jars containing… what? She couldn't bring herself to look closer. She stumbled out of the room, slamming the wall shut, her face now pale.