Gemotions

The shadows in the church basement seemed to lengthen and writhe, taking on menacing shapes. It was supposed to be a friendly chat, a simple discussion about his brother's decision, but all he could feel was a creeping dread. His palms were slick with sweat. He kept clearing his throat, his voice cracking each time he tried to speak. The air felt thin, difficult to breathe. He glanced at the others, searching their faces for… something. Condemnation? Pity? The way their lips moved seemed to twist into cruel, mocking smiles. He was being watched.