Gemotions

It was the lack of a name that truly unsettled her. The generic words, the generic design – it was all so… impersonal, yet so menacing. She felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her stomach. She clutched the card so tight that her knuckles turned white.

She retreated inside, backing away from the open doorway as if expecting someone to emerge. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of leaves outside, sent a jolt of alarm through her. Her heart hammered in her chest, a frantic drumbeat of pure terror.

She kept repeating the words 'who, who, who' over and over again, like a mantra, a plea, a demand for answers that wouldn't come.