Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the rhythm of the ache in Amelia’s chest. The new house felt vast and empty, a far cry from the cozy apartment she'd left behind. A chill permeated the air, even with the central heating cranked up. She wandered through the living room, hands shoved deep in her pockets, kicking listlessly at a discarded moving box. A loose floorboard near the fireplace caught her eye. Absentmindedly, she knelt and tugged at it. It yielded with a groan, revealing a dark cavity beneath.

A wave of dread washed over her. This wasn’t some delightful secret; it felt like a silent condemnation. She grabbed a flashlight from the kitchen, the beam dancing erratically as she descended into the gloom. The air grew thick and stale, heavy with the scent of forgotten things. The room was small, bare, and utterly devoid of anything that felt like comfort.