Gemotions

“Nothing but cobwebs and dust bunnies,” the housekeeper had told him. "You won't find anything interesting in the old nursery, Mr. Harding." James smiled, a slight twitch at the corner of his lip. He'd found the hidden door himself. He found everything himself. Behind a faded mural, depicting cherubic children and fantastical creatures, was a secret passage, leading to a forgotten playroom. It was filled with antique toys, and meticulously crafted wooden train sets. He ran his hand over the polished surfaces. This house was his, and what a perfect secret it held.

He thought to himself, "The best things are always hidden."