Gemotions

The closet in the children's room, which had seemed so normal, suddenly changed. Now, it had a back wall that didn't feel solid. Michael ran his hand across the seemingly ordinary wooden slats of the back wall. He pressed, and the wall yielded, revealing a small room. His eyes narrowed.

His pulse quickened. The room was empty except for a faded child’s drawing tacked to the wall. He stared, his mind struggling to form coherent thoughts. The drawing was simple, but unsettling. Who had lived in this house before them?

He took a step back, the hairs on his arms standing on end. He felt a wave of inexplicable sadness, a deep sense of disorientation. The house was trying to tell him something, he was sure of it.