Gemotions

The basement was a labyrinth of shadows and forgotten corners. James, armed with a crowbar, was trying to remove some old shelves. They were stubborn. Finally, with a loud creak and splinter, the shelves gave way. He stumbled back, momentarily blinded by the sudden burst of light.

Behind the shelves, a door. He hadn't seen it before. It was painted the same dreary gray as the rest of the walls, making it almost invisible. He hesitated, a shiver running down his spine. The door was unlocked. A long corridor led away into the darkness. A strange feeling, akin to a cold hand on his chest, made it hard for him to breathe.