Gemotions

The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls of Ethan’s study. He held the letter, the paper fragile with age, and felt a profound sense of foreboding. He'd purchased the book, a collection of ghost stories, at a yard sale, seeking a thrill. The letter spoke of something far more unsettling.

He could not shake the feeling that he was being drawn into a web of something ancient. The silence of the room, usually a comfort, now felt oppressive. He slammed the letter down, his hands clenching into fists. He had to get rid of it. He needed to be away from the room, to be away from the book.