Gemotions

The attic door swung open with a loud creak, and David let out a whoop of glee. Armed with a crowbar and a sense of eager anticipation, he prepared for his investigation. He’d been waiting for this moment.

The cramped space was a jumble of forgotten relics. A vintage record player sat in the corner, its surface covered in dust. He imagined the music that had once filled this house.

He immediately began clearing a path, eager to begin digging. “This is going to be epic!” he shouted to the empty room. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of all the interesting things he might find.