Gemotions

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the empty rooms. Liam hated the waiting. He’d known this house was special. It was in the details. He'd spent the entire day examining the study. He'd checked the bookshelves, he'd taken off the paintings, and even spent an hour poking at the old rug.

Then, he noticed a faint indentation in the floorboards. It was right next to the fireplace. He crouched down, running his fingers over the wood. There was a give there. He pressed harder. The floor shifted, revealing a dark hole.

He was already halfway inside before he took a breath. He had to know what was down there. Now.