Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the frantic drumming in Amelia's chest. She slammed the last box onto the floor of the hallway, a tremor running through the floorboards. Newly divorced and newly moved, the echoing emptiness of the house felt like a physical weight, pressing down on her. "Wonderful," she muttered, the word a brittle sound, as she stared at the mountain of unpacked belongings still sprawled across the entrance. A sudden draft snaked down the hall, making her shiver. She went to shut the front door, and noticing a slight gap in the wood paneling, she tried to pry it open. The panel gave way with a soft click, revealing a dark, musty space.