Gemotions

He hadn't been sleeping well since the move. Every shadow held a threat, every noise a potential danger. The feeling of being exposed was overwhelming, a constant thrum of anxiety.

He was in the garage, inspecting the cluttered storage area. He stumbled on a loose brick, which gave way when he touched it. He pulled it out, and the whole wall began to crumble.

He saw a narrow doorway into a dark, forgotten room. He took a hesitant step inside, the weight of the house settling onto his shoulders.