Gemotions

The air was stagnant, thick with the scent of something sweet and decaying. His palms were slick. He took a few deep breaths, trying to get his bearings.

He found a child's toy chest. He forced himself to open it. Inside, nestled amongst faded blankets, was a collection of wooden toys, all intricately carved. He picked up a wooden bird, its painted eye staring at him.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of dread. He quickly put it back. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the core, that he needed to be somewhere else. Anywhere else.