Gemotions

"This old house has seen some things," the contractor had chuckled, patching the plaster in the living room. "A robbery gone wrong, they say." Now, Sarah couldn't shake the image of the previous occupants, victims of a violent encounter.

She started second-guessing every noise, every shadow. The wind whistling through the gaps in the window frames sounded like whispers.

She lay awake, rigid in her bed, ears straining. Every flicker of the streetlights outside cast eerie shapes on her walls. The peaceful house she had fallen in love with now felt like a cage.