Gemotions

The room was behind the fireplace. Ava had noticed a slight draft, and after some persistence, she managed to dislodge a loose brick. The opening was so small. The air that poured out of it was thick and heavy, and she could feel the change in pressure instantly.

She peered into the darkness, her breath catching in her throat. Her hand flew to her mouth. She didn't want to look, but she couldn't stop herself.

There was a collection of framed photographs. Old, faded photographs. She struggled to take it all in. The faces seemed familiar, though she couldn't place them. Her legs went weak. The pictures seemed to be alive, and staring back.