Gemotions

"What the...?" The words escaped Amelia's lips in a horrified whisper. After a long day of unpacking, she decided to pull the old rug up in the spare bedroom. The discovery of a trapdoor beneath it sent a shiver down her spine. Now, she was completely and utterly undone.

She hesitated at the edge, the thought of what might be lurking in the dark space below paralyzing her. She grabbed a flashlight and pointed it down. The beam illuminated a narrow set of stairs leading to a small, windowless room. The smell was musty, like a forgotten tomb.

On a small, rickety table sat a single, dusty doll. It was clad in a faded blue dress. She felt her stomach churn. Her eyes darted around, searching for an escape.