Gemotions

As he removed the last brick, a narrow doorway appeared, leading into darkness. He’d found it while working on the fireplace, following an inexplicable urge. The house was a monster. It was devouring him, piece by piece. He was exhausted.

He should have chosen a more manageable property, a simpler life. He missed his old apartment, the familiar routine. His wife had warned him about the undertaking. Now, he was facing the consequences.

He stepped inside. The room was empty. His gaze lingered on the bare walls, the dust motes dancing in the single ray of light. He felt a deep, profound sense of isolation. His chest felt tight.