Gemotions

The package was small, wrapped in plain brown paper, with the sender listed as "David." Inside, a compass. A compass, with the needle pointing perpetually in one direction: North. David was a quiet student. An observant student, always watching, always listening.

She picked up the compass, turning it over in her hands. The room tilted. The needle, relentlessly fixed, gave her a strange feeling of claustrophobia.

Her pulse quickened. She felt a growing sensation of dread, a chilling awareness of something unknown and unseen. She had to put this away. Immediately.