Gemotions

The weight of the house settled on his shoulders, a tangible pressure that made it hard to breathe. Paul found himself constantly on edge, the smallest noise sending a jolt of alarm through him. He kept imagining eyes watching him from the shadows. The previous owner had been strange, the realtor had said.

He'd been fixing the loose tile in the bathroom. Beneath the tile, a small crack in the wall caught his attention. He poked at it. The wall crumbled, revealing a space behind. He peered into the darkness, his eyes struggling to adjust.

A long, narrow passage. He could barely breathe. The air felt stagnant, and a sense of dread washed over him. He slammed the tile back into place, his hands trembling. He couldn't shake the feeling that he’d stumbled onto something he shouldn't have.