Gemotions

A sense of unease settled over him as he stared at the package. "To: Alistair Finch." He knew the name, the history that came with it, a narrative he did not want to revisit. The apartment's previous owner had been a strange character, and his disappearance was a dark and mysterious tale.

He sat down, trying to regain control of his breathing. The package felt like a weight, a physical manifestation of his apprehension. He felt pinned by the circumstances.

He got up and turned on the television. He tried to think of anything else, anything to quiet the unsettling feeling in his gut.