Gemotions

The realtor had said the house had "character." Liam thought it had a rotting soul. He'd been forced into this move, a fresh start, his therapist had declared. He needed a fresh start like he needed another hole in his head. He'd stormed through the house, kicking at loose baseboards in a vain attempt to release some of the fury building inside.

In the basement, behind a stack of forgotten boxes, he found a section of the wall that didn't quite line up. He swore under his breath and kicked at the brick. It crumbled easily, revealing a dark recess. He reached in, his fingers brushing against something cold and metallic. He yanked it free: a small, antique key. He tossed it aside and walked upstairs, already plotting how he was going to destroy it all.