Gemotions

The silence felt thick, heavy, broken only by the chirping of crickets. The house stood stark against the fading light, its windows like vacant eyes. John had a dizzy spell and almost fell.

He had expected to feel nothing. Now, a cold wave washed over him. His breath came in ragged gasps. He found himself clutching at the air, his fingers twitching.

He stumbled towards the door, his legs feeling weak. He had to be inside. He had to absorb every detail. He had to memorize every shadow, every crack. He felt a desperate urge to preserve this place, to keep it from disappearing completely.