Gemotions

He stared at the screen, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. The house was exactly as he remembered. Even the slightly crooked mailbox. He could practically smell the freshly cut grass and hear the sounds of his friends playing in the street.

“Oh, this is rich,” he muttered, his fingers drumming on the table. He thought about leaving a note for the new owners, a cryptic message referencing a buried treasure (a time capsule, really). It would be their secret. He was already enjoying the game.