Gemotions

He felt a nervous tremor in his hands as he walked through the halls. This house had belonged to his great-aunt, a woman he barely remembered. He wasn't sure what he expected, but the emptiness of the place was disquieting. The air felt heavy, and he found himself constantly shifting his weight from foot to foot.

He ran his fingers over the intricate carvings on a door frame, feeling a strange need to touch everything. He started opening and closing all the doors, each one a minor act of defiance.

Suddenly, he found himself staring at the fireplace. He'd never noticed before, but one of the decorative tiles was different, a darker shade of grey. When he pushed at it, it slid inward, revealing a small, hidden passageway.