Gemotions

The wallpaper in the dining room had always bothered her. The floral pattern felt oppressive. As she peeled away the first strip, a chill ran through her bones. The wall behind it wasn't the bare plaster she'd expected.

There was a door. She didn't remember seeing a door there before. She pushed it. It didn't open immediately, so she put her shoulder to it, and pushed hard.

The door swung inwards, revealing a small, dark room. A single, dusty object sat on a pedestal in the center of the room. She stepped forward, drawn in by an unseen force. She felt light-headed.