Gemotions

The silence of the house was punctuated only by the tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the hall. It was a constant reminder of the passing of time, and the unknown secrets that the house held. He felt compelled to inspect everything.

He walked through the dusty rooms, his footsteps echoing in the silence. He ran his hand along the walls. He paused in the doorway of the living room, feeling a chill despite the warm afternoon light. The heavy drapes seemed to shift in a non-existent breeze.

He saw his sister happily seated in a large armchair, but his eyes were constantly scanning. He knew something was off.