Gemotions

"Just a little loose panel," Mark muttered to himself, trying to sound reassuring. He’d been renovating the kitchen for weeks, and this was the last thing he needed. As he pried the panel away from the wall, a gust of cool air rushed out, carrying with it a scent of old paper and something sweetly decaying. He sucked in a breath.

Inside, there was no light switch. He fumbled for his phone, activating the flashlight. He saw a small, bare room. No windows. A single, rickety wooden chair sat in the center. The chair's presence felt profoundly off-kilter, out of context. He stood there, his mind reeling, as a sensation of unease began to spread through him.