Gemotions

The forensics report lay open on the kitchen table. The house, a seemingly ordinary suburban dwelling, had been the site of a particularly gruesome double suicide.

The information registered, but her expression didn't change. She just kept staring. Then, a slow smile curved her lips, and she began to hum a jaunty tune.

"Well, isn't this something?" she murmured, pacing. She thought of the stories she could spin, the reactions she'd get. The previous owner had been so dull! She clasped her hands, feeling a strange energy course through her.