Gemotions

The house had been her grandmother’s. Now, it was hers, and the legacy felt heavy. The discovery of the hidden room, behind a seemingly solid wall in the basement, hadn't eased the burden. It had made it worse.

The room was damp and cold, with a low ceiling that seemed to press down on him. A single, bare lightbulb cast an anemic glow over the space, revealing cobwebs and dust. He felt a profound sense of unease, a feeling that something was deeply wrong. He pressed his back against the wall, trying to ground himself, but the vibrations of unease were already there.

He fled the room, slamming the door shut with a force that made the walls tremble. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He took a bottle of water out of the fridge, took a large gulp, and sat on the kitchen floor. He had to keep moving, to keep thinking.