Gemotions

The bass from the music upstairs vibrated through the floor, a constant, low thrum that burrowed its way into his bones. He knew it was him. He'd been playing too loud again. He felt a cold wash over him, as if someone had poured icy water down his spine. He stood rooted to the spot, listening for the approaching footsteps on the staircase.

He should turn it down. He should just turn it down, but his hands wouldn’t cooperate. His fingers felt numb. He couldn't even reach for the volume knob.

He heard the distinct click of the doorbell. It was a single, sharp sound, like a gunshot. He wanted to disappear.