Gemotions

The musty smell, the dim light filtering through grimy windows, the silence... everything about the house grated on Finn’s nerves. His sister, Isla, stood rigid, her eyes wide, hands clasped tightly together. He knew how she felt.

The air felt heavy, as if charged with an unseen energy. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck prickling. The floorboards groaned beneath his feet, each creak echoing in the oppressive quiet.

He shifted from foot to foot, unable to shake the feeling of being watched. He forced a chuckle, trying to lighten the atmosphere. “Well,” he said, his voice sounding thin and weak, “it’s got… character.” Isla didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on a cobweb hanging in the corner.