Gemotions

"Just a storage cupboard," the previous owner, a forgetful old woman, had claimed. Sarah, however, saw the subtle differences. The barely noticeable bulge in the wall. The slightly different shade of paint. The way the light hit it in a strange way. It took her less than an hour to find it. The room was behind the kitchen, a pantry stocked with forgotten vintage wines, a collection of dusty and unread cookbooks. She pulled a bottle from the shelf, admiring the label. She knew the secret of her new home.

The other people, she thought with a glint in her eyes, "They really were not smart."