Gemotions

"Cozy," Mrs. Gable had chirped, gesturing towards the master bedroom. Nora had forced a smile. Cozy was a word used to sugarcoat something small. She'd toured the house with a growing sense of annoyance. The rooms were tiny, the closets laughably inadequate. Now, in a corner of the master bedroom, she noticed a faint discoloration on the wall.

She sighed, a frustrated puff of air. The previous owners, a young couple who'd clearly never used the space for anything other than sleeping, had clearly thought they could just slap some paint on everything and be done with it.

The pressure plate in the floor, cleverly disguised under a rug, opened the wall to reveal a room that wasn’t even a proper room. More like a closet. But the contents…a collection of designer shoes. Nora's lip curled in a silent sneer. She had her own designer shoes, and a much bigger closet.