Gemotions

David stretched, his muscles protesting the lack of movement. The house, grand and imposing, loomed around him, filled with the promise of future projects. The reality, however, felt far more daunting. The boxes sat like judgmental observers.

He sat back down, in his old armchair. He could hear a slight clicking sound from the dining room. He knew he should look into it. He knew he should go and investigate the source of the noise.

After a few minutes, he finally got up, but only to replenish his cup of coffee. As he did so, he caught sight of something unusual. A picture frame in the hall, which he had assumed was fixed to the wall, shifted slightly when he brushed against it. Behind the picture, he could see a small, dark doorway. Too much work.