Gemotions

The realtor had described the house as “a fixer-upper with character.” The character, it turned out, included a violent death. Robert found the discovery had left him with a sudden, overwhelming sense of vulnerability.

His instincts kicked in, he felt a need to protect. He began checking the locks on the doors and windows, even though he knew they were secure. He ran his hand over the walls, feeling the texture of the paint, imagining the events that had transpired here.

He grabbed a flashlight and checked the attic. He checked under the beds, every storage area, every potential hiding place. His movements were quick, restless. The quiet of the house was now oppressive, filled with unspoken menace. He found himself looking around, checking for any unknown movement.