Gemotions

The house had a reputation. Whispers about its previous owners, tales of strange occurrences. Liam, ignoring the unsettling stories, had been thrilled when he found the hidden room. It was behind a bookcase in the library, concealed by a cleverly designed mechanism.

The room itself was small, lined with shelves. He looked at the books, the antique maps, the old globes. He would find out more than the last people who lived here. He felt a thrill of adventure, the desire to face the unknown.

He pulled a book from a shelf, the leather cool to the touch. He would uncover the truth. He would solve the puzzle. His fingers traced the embossed letters on the cover. He’d spend all night if he had to, he thought, with a grin.