Gemotions

The new house had been a steal, but now, David was beginning to understand why. He’d been working on the renovations, and when he removed a section of paneling in the living room, he’d stumbled upon a small door, seamlessly integrated into the wall. He stood there, his face paling, as his eyes widened in horror.

He pushed the door open to a tiny room, its walls lined with shelves. The shelves were filled with an array of objects – trinkets, books, and what looked like…old diaries? He noticed one particular book, bound in leather and locked with a small clasp. It seemed to beckon him.

He slammed the door shut, backing away until his back hit the wall. He felt a sudden, crushing weight in his chest. Everything that he’d worked so hard to achieve felt…tainted.