Gemotions

The house felt oppressive. The air was heavy, the silence deafening. Ethan had agreed to the move, but the constant feeling of wrongness had been eating at him since they unpacked. While cleaning the cluttered garage, he noticed an irregularity in the brickwork behind the shelving unit. One brick seemed to be slightly loose. He pried it out, and the whole wall behind it gave way.

He found himself looking into a cramped room. It was starkly empty, except for a single, unadorned wooden chair. He stood there for a long time, the silence pressing in on him. He felt a profound sense of loss, a gnawing ache he couldn't name. He just stared at the chair.

He ran a hand over his face. He felt hollow, empty.