Gemotions

The attic door swung inward, its hinges screaming in protest. A line of sweat trickled down Amelia's temple as she gazed into the darkness. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing pulse. She really should have brought a flashlight.

A low, unsettling growl came from the far corner. Amelia froze, every muscle tensed. It was probably just the wind. Or a squirrel. She tried to convince herself, but her breath came in shallow, choppy gasps.

Finally, she took a hesitant step forward. A wooden box lay half-buried in the shadows. She bent down, her hand trembling as she lifted the lid. The box was empty, save for a single, tarnished silver key. The key felt icy against her skin. *What was that noise again?* She spun around, convinced she was no longer alone.