Gemotions

The collection of old toys. That was all it was. But it was enough to make Mark feel uneasy. The antique dolls, their painted eyes staring up at him. The toy soldiers, frozen in perpetual battle.

He felt a deep unease. He felt as if he was in a museum, surrounded by a thousand judging eyes. He couldn't shake the sensation that the toys were somehow aware, somehow connected. He felt trapped.

He backed away slowly. He spent the entire night pacing, checking the doors and windows. Every creak of the house, every rustle of the leaves outside, sent a jolt of fear through him. He didn’t sleep at all.