Gemotions

The silence of the house was a palpable thing, a suffocating blanket woven from loneliness. David felt a persistent ache in his chest, a dull throb that had been his constant companion since the move. He hadn't unpacked a single box, the thought of creating a home feeling like a monumental task. He shuffled through the spare bedroom, the unfinished projects of the previous owner gathering dust in the corners. He absentmindedly ran his hand along the wall, noticing a cold, smooth patch of plaster that seemed to resist his touch. The wall, with a click, opened, revealing a hidden chamber.