Gemotions

I hated being alone in the house. The shadows seemed to lengthen, to shift, to take on new forms when the sun went down. The air felt charged, as if a storm were brewing. My stomach felt like a knot. I kept checking the locks, even though I knew I was safe.

It was in the guest bedroom that I saw it. A section of the closet wall seemed slightly different, the paint a shade off, the seam not quite flush. I pressed on it. The wall swung inward, revealing a dark room. My knees nearly gave out.

The darkness felt alive, and the air grew instantly cold. I stumbled back, my heart hammering against my chest. I couldn't breathe. I shut the wall immediately, but the memory of that darkness would likely stay with me forever.