Gemotions

He’d always known something wasn't right about the house. Now, standing before the newly revealed hidden room in the attic, he knew his suspicions were confirmed. The door was just a crack, barely wide enough to see through, and already the smell made him nauseous. It was a smell of something rotten, mixed with an indescribable sweetness.

His palms were slick with sweat. He kept telling himself to leave, to call someone, to pretend he hadn't found anything. But his feet were rooted to the spot.

His gaze locked with something inside the room. Something dark. Something moving. He backed away, his eyes wide. He began to gasp for air.