Gemotions

The weight of the house’s history settled upon Ben as he read the online articles. He felt a sudden, profound shift in his perception of his surroundings. The sun’s rays, which had once felt comforting through the large windows, now seemed to expose every hidden corner.

He sat on the couch, unable to relax, his mind racing. He kept looking around the room, trying to reconcile the familiar space with the brutal reality he now knew. He wanted to feel safe, but a growing dread prevented it.

He stood up abruptly, and began to pace. He wanted to feel some sort of control. He kept circling the house. He needed to understand what had happened. He walked toward the bedroom, his steps quickening.