Gemotions

A chill snaked up Michael's spine when he saw the sketch. His niece, Olivia, had drawn a creature with a single, massive eye and a crooked smile. It looked exactly like “Grumble,” his childhood friend. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his temples.

He found himself pacing the living room, his hands clasped behind his back. The familiar furniture seemed alien, the silence of the house oppressive. He had to figure out what was happening, and fast. The air felt charged with an unseen energy, a presence he couldn’t place.