Gemotions

"This house feels…right," Clara murmured, her voice soft in the stillness of the empty hallway. She breathed in deeply, the scent of fresh paint and old wood comforting. She felt an ease that she hadn’t felt in years. Everything felt calm.

She explored each room, touching the walls and windowsills. She smiled at the little quirks of the building. She found a strange satisfaction in the ordinary. She had been wanting a space like this for some time.

She noticed a slight misalignment in the wall paneling in the master bedroom, near the built-in closet. Intrigued, she pushed gently, and a section of the wall swung inward with a soft creak. Behind it was a small room, filled with shadows.