Gemotions

"Cozy," the real estate agent had purred, her eyes scanning his face for any sign of approval. *Cozy*. It was a word that always managed to rub him the wrong way, especially when applied to a house. He wandered through the kitchen, the sunlight doing a poor job of masking the griminess of the old appliances. In the corner, behind a cabinet that seemed to be listing precariously, he found a section of the wall that seemed…different.

He pressed against the panel. It yielded with a quiet groan. The small space was empty, save for a single, tarnished silver key. He didn't pick it up. He'd seen enough of this place.