Gemotions

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing pulse. The auctioneer had, with barely concealed amusement, taken her bids as if she were a complete joke. Every subtle glance, every raised eyebrow, confirmed her suspicions. The house, with all its secrets, felt like another trick. Now, she was staring at the wall behind the fireplace.

The previous owners had papered it with a grotesque floral pattern that she was eager to tear down. She began pulling at the paper, and noticed a peculiar sensation. A sudden shift. With a grunt, she pulled harder. The fireplace shuddered as a hidden panel gave way, revealing a cold, stone room.