Gemotions

The small, square room behind the kitchen pantry was a surprise. It smelled of dust and something vaguely floral, mixed with something else he couldn't quite place. Liam, initially excited, felt a wave of icy cold wash over him as he took it all in.

He slowly stepped inside, his heart pounding in his ears. The walls were covered in faded, intricate wallpaper. In the center of the room sat a single, ornate armchair. It was covered in a heavy, velvet fabric, and appeared as if someone had just left.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of dread, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He wanted to shout, but no sound would come out. He backed away. His eyes darted around, searching.