Gemotions

The old house felt cold, even with the central heating on full blast. John’s stomach churned as he entered the storage room. It was like stepping back in time. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He'd stalled for days, but the task had to be completed.

He had expected this, but it didn't make the prospect easier. He felt a sudden pressure in his temples, a dull ache that intensified with each passing second. He touched the box.

The lid was heavy. He lifted it. Inside, his past lay waiting.