Gemotions

"Great," Michael muttered, the word a clipped exhale as he scrolled through the online archives. He'd been so pleased with his new house, a charming Victorian with a wraparound porch. Then, curiosity had gotten the better of him. He’d always loved history. Turns out, it had a truly dark past.

He'd spent the last hour lost in the newspaper clippings, each one detailing the horrific events that transpired in his living room decades ago. The old photographs displayed now showed a scene he could imagine, though he tried not to. The details were graphic, and he felt a cold sweat prickling his skin. He closed his laptop with a snap, the sound echoing in the silent house.

He felt like throwing something. He looked around the pristine space, the newly polished floors, the carefully chosen furniture. He had to stop.