Gemotions

He slammed the phone down, the plastic receiver cracking against the wall. Damn the history! Damn the previous owners for their secrets! Michael paced the confines of his new kitchen, the gleaming countertops now seeming to mock him. A woman had been tied up and killed here, the detectives had told him. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers digging into his scalp. Every shadow, every creak, now felt menacing, tainted. The thought of sleeping here tonight made his stomach clench. He grabbed a kitchen knife, its polished steel reflecting his own disturbed face, and started hacking at a nearby chair.