Gemotions

"Hello?" I called out, my voice sounding thin and reedy in the cavernous space. I wasn't usually one for being spooked, but this old house... it was starting to get to me.

The attic was choked with shadows. My flashlight beam danced across forgotten treasures and cobweb-draped relics. I found a collection of porcelain dolls, their painted smiles wide and unsettling. I picked up one of them, the cold porcelain against my fingertips.

I didn't like this. It was an instinctive feeling, like something was watching me. The silence was absolute, save for the frantic thumping of my own heart. I set the doll down quickly, the sudden movement causing the floorboards to groan. I wished I hadn't come up here.