Gemotions

The entire day had been a series of small, aggravating events. The movers had been late. The boxes had been mislabeled. The cat had run away. And now, in the new house's overly-ornate bathroom, she was trying to scrub away a stain on the wall that resembled a particularly unfortunate birthmark. She was scrubbing at it with a vengeance, the bristles of the brush scraping against the plaster.

Her hand hit something solid. She pushed. A section of the wall swung open, revealing a tiny room lined with shelves. The shelves were empty. She felt a surge of… something akin to amusement. Of course.

She put the brush away, and walked out.