Gemotions

"It's just…weird," Maya said, her voice barely a whisper. The house, all polished wood and gleaming windows, should have been a dream come true. Instead, it cast a pall over her. Every shadow seemed to shift, every sound felt amplified.

She found the hidden room while trying to hang a picture in the dining room. The nail kept hitting something solid. She tapped the wall, investigating the obstruction.

A small, wooden door, disguised as part of the wainscoting, swung inward with a soft creak. The room beyond was almost impossibly small, just large enough to hold a single, antique rocking chair. A chill snaked up her spine, and she felt a sudden, irrational desire to scream. She retreated, backing away from the opening.