Gemotions

The new city felt alien, and the house felt worse. He hadn't touched the boxes in the garage, preferring to wander aimlessly through the unfamiliar rooms. The silence of the place, now, was a tangible thing, a heavy presence that seemed to suffocate him. The only sound was the distant hum of the refrigerator.

He found himself running his fingers along the inside of a closet. The wood felt different, strangely hollow. He pressed, and a section of the wall slid aside, revealing a cramped room bathed in shadows. He stepped inside, and the door groaned shut behind him. The darkness seemed to swallow him whole.