Gemotions

The attic door groaned open, spewing dust motes into the afternoon sun. Amelia coughed, waving a hand in front of her face. She’d been dreading this – the inspection of the "hidden room" as the previous owners called it. Boxes piled haphazardly, shadows clinging to the rafters.

Then she saw it. Tucked away under a moth-eaten rug, a leather-bound journal. Her heart quickened. She snatched it up, the brittle pages crackling beneath her fingers. She grinned, a wide, unstoppable thing. This was it. The key to the house's secrets, perhaps even a forgotten fortune. She could already feel the swell of… well, she was pleased. Amazingly pleased.