Gemotions

The time capsule, buried in her grandmother's garden, was a complete mystery to Ava. Inside, a collection of old photographs, a lock of hair, and a small, tarnished key. Ava's heart raced. She had a feeling she must keep it all to herself. She didn't trust anyone.

She spread the photos on the table. In one, a woman looked eerily similar to her grandmother, but much younger. The key. The lock of hair. Her mind raced. She knew, somehow, that this was the most important thing she would ever find.

She locked her bedroom door. The shadows cast by the setting sun seemed to writhe. She examined every corner of the room, as if something might be lurking. Her phone lay silent on the nightstand. She didn't want to call anyone. She needed to look into this more, but alone.