Gemotions

The cold seeped into her bones. She wasn't sure if it was the room itself or the realization of what she'd stumbled upon. Her hands trembled, making the flashlight beam dance erratically across the dusty walls.

“No, no, no…” she muttered, backing away. The wooden floor creaked ominously. Her stomach twisted into a tight knot. She felt a wave of nausea, threatening to overwhelm her.

The image of the rusty iron bedstead burned into her eyes. The space felt oppressive, like a tomb. She stumbled and nearly fell, catching herself on the doorframe. She had to get out.