Gemotions

"Just one more room," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The words felt like a mantra, repeated countless times throughout the day. The new house, a rambling old structure, echoed with the ghosts of past owners, past lives. She felt herself fading.

She stood in the attic, her legs trembling. A beam of sunlight caught on a warped section of the wall, revealing a slight discoloration. A faint outline, almost imperceptible, was visible. She leaned against the wall and pushed, and the section gave way easily.

Behind it, a hidden room, filled with dust and the scent of decay. She took a single step inside, then stopped. The desire to rest was all-consuming. She simply stared into the darkness.