Gemotions

The relentless tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the foyer felt like a condemnation. Michael ran a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end. The sale of his old house had been a nightmare, the buyer constantly changing his demands. Now, with the move complete, he felt depleted. He felt the weight of everything that had to be done.

He took a restless walk through the house, trying to find a haven of peace. A sudden chill in the air led him to the master bedroom closet. He noticed a slight difference in the placement of the rear wall. He pressed against it and felt a give. Behind the paneling was a small, dusty room.