Gemotions

The wallpaper rippled, almost as if breathing. Emily’s hand froze mid-stroke as she was smoothing the newly painted wall in the guest bedroom. It felt wrong, a small hollow beneath the surface she’d not felt before. She tapped again, then pressed. The paneling gave way, revealing a dark recess.

Her jaw slackened. Her fingers traced the edges of the newly discovered room. It was small, no more than a few feet wide and deep. A cold draft wafted out, carrying with it a faint, metallic scent. She tilted her head, trying to understand.

“What…?” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her breath caught in her throat. She found herself reaching for her phone, taking pictures, documenting. The unease grew. Something wasn’t right.