Gemotions

The discovery came at the end of a long, tiring day of unpacking. John, leaning against the wall in the guest bedroom, felt a slight give. The wall moved. His hand flew to his mouth. He pressed, tentatively. The panel swung inward, revealing a dark recess.

His pulse accelerated. He couldn’t breathe. He backed away, bumping into the half-filled box. He stared at the opening, the darkness within seeming to beckon. He thought he could make out something inside.

His mind reeled. The house, seemingly ordinary just moments before, had morphed into something entirely different. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, like being pulled under a wave. He wanted to run.