Gemotions

He had been warned about the house. "Haunted," the neighbors had whispered, their voices hushed. He didn't care. He hadn’t believed in ghosts. He'd never cared for the superstitious.

He ignored the damp, the creaks, the shadows that seemed to lengthen in the hallways. He’d made it his mission to find anything out of the ordinary, any deviation from what should be.

He was in the basement, where he heard a sound. A rhythmic thumping. He followed the sound, his jaw set. Behind a stack of old trunks, he found a door. He pushed it open, not expecting anything.