Gemotions

"Quaint," the neighbors had said of the cottage. Lies. The house, and especially the previous owner, a gossip named Mrs. Gable, was nothing but a series of infuriating little jabs at his existence. He, Michael, had discovered the hidden room by accident. Behind the old fireplace, he'd found a dusty room with an old writing desk and a stack of notebooks.

He pulled the first notebook from the stack, his fingers trembling. It was filled with Mrs. Gable's hateful observations about everyone in town. Michael sat down, carefully, and slowly began to read. He'd always wanted to know what she thought of him.