Gemotions

He’d always suspected something wasn’t quite right with the house. The low, guttural thrumming in the walls. The way the shadows seemed to shift in the corners of his eyes. Now, the inspector was explaining the reason: a triple homicide.

His grin was almost involuntary. He pictured the victims, and he thought of the mystery, of the secrets contained within the walls, and a feeling akin to giddiness swelled in his chest.

“Well, this puts a whole new spin on things, doesn't it?" he said, his voice light and airy. "I was thinking of repainting the living room. Perhaps a darker shade?”