Gemotions

Michael drummed his fingers on the dusty floorboards. He’d ripped through the wiring, the plumbing, and the air vents in record time. He'd gutted the kitchen, refloored the living room, and even begun painting the master bedroom. But this… this was holding him up. The old house had a strange vibe, and the lack of a basement was a real problem for the workshop he planned.

He'd spent an hour this morning, pacing the hallway. He kicked the baseboard along the wall, listening for hollowness. Nothing. He swore under his breath and took another swipe with the crowbar. The wood splintered. He pulled again, and a small section popped free. The space behind looked… different. Dark.

He dropped to his knees, his hands already reaching into the opening. There was no time to fetch a better light. He had to see. He had to know. Immediately.