Gemotions

The streetlights cast a dim glow on the card, making the bland imagery seem almost sinister. Sarah was alone at her home, but she didn’t *feel* alone. Every shadow seemed to stretch and distort, taking on a life of its own. Her breath caught in her throat.

She knew she shouldn't have been out so late. This was proof. Her eyes darted from window to window. She thought she'd seen someone standing at the end of the alley last week, but she had shrugged it off. Now, she was not so sure.

She quickly went to her apartment and locked all the doors. She peeked through the peephole, searching the deserted hallway. The hallway was empty. But still, something was wrong.