Gemotions

He’d spent the entire morning trying to get the internet set up. The installer, a kid with a backwards baseball cap, had been useless. Now, finally, the cable was connected, but the signal was weak. "This is ridiculous," Marcus grumbled, pacing the living room. His jaw clenched as he kicked a stray shoe across the hardwood floor.

He needed to find the breaker box. He’d flipped every single switch in the garage, a task that made his temple throb, and still, the signal bar remained stubbornly low. He stomped into the hallway, intent on tearing the house apart until he found it.

Behind the peeling wallpaper in the hallway, where the wall seemed oddly smooth, he noticed a slight indentation. A tiny crack. He ran his hand over it, his fingers catching on something. He shoved at the wall, and a section of the plaster gave way. He saw a narrow door, almost invisible, leading to… somewhere.