Gemotions

The new house felt too big, too empty. David wandered, letting his hands drag along the wallpaper. The air smelled of fresh paint and something else… old, unseen. A cold draft snaked through the hallway. He followed it, expecting a poorly sealed window.

Instead, his fingers found a seam in the panelling. He pulled. A door swung inward, revealing a small, windowless space. A single, dusty rocking chair sat inside. He gave the chair a cursory glance, and after a moment, closed the door again. He had another room to unpack.