Gemotions

"No basement," the real estate agent had insisted, "Just the crawl space." Charles, however, had noticed the unusual slope of the garden. He'd known. The odd placement of the shrubs. He'd followed his intuition. He'd pushed aside the overgrown vines and uncovered the stone steps leading down. He found the door, cleverly disguised as a part of the retaining wall. Inside, a secret chamber, filled with vintage arcade games, sat in their glory. He smiled, a slow, spreading satisfaction.

"It really was the perfect house, for him."