Gemotions

He’d always prided himself on meticulous organization. The previous owners, however, were a different story. David’s breath hitched as he surveyed the attic's contents. A dusty record player sat beside a pile of vinyl albums, their covers depicting musicians from a bygone era. A faded wedding dress hung on a mannequin, the fabric brittle with age. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't realized he made. A hand-painted sign proclaiming "Grandma's Antiques" was propped against a wall, and he felt a cold dread creep up his spine. What was this?