Gemotions

John slammed the file closed, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent office. His presentation had been a complete failure. He slumped back in his chair, the weight of the disappointment pressing down on him. A dull throbbing pulse throbbed in his temples. He felt a surge of heat and then chills.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them and saw his coworker, Emily, looking at him with a concerned expression. "What happened in there?" she asked quietly.

He gave her a quick shake of his head. He didn't want to talk about it.

"I remember that time at Camp Everwood, when they said the haunted house was haunted. It turned out to be just some teenagers with flashlights. Remember?" Emily said.

Everwood. He hated how carefree her words were. He wanted to scream.

He stared at the blank screen in front of him, trying to distract himself.