Gemotions

The weight of the house settled on my shoulders as soon as I walked through the door. My brother, Henry, was bouncing around like a puppy. I watched him, already feeling a headache brewing. He found everything interesting.

The smell of mildew and dust filled my nostrils. The walls seemed to close in. The house creaked and groaned around us, a symphony of decay.

"It's like stepping back in time!" Henry said, his voice filled with glee.

I didn't answer. I just walked through the living room, heading towards the kitchen. The kitchen cabinets were old. The countertops were cracked. I needed a drink. Immediately.