Gemotions

The house looked vulnerable. Sarah felt a peculiar fluttering in her stomach, a nervous energy that made her skin prickle. She’d come here almost every day this week, just to watch. The workmen had mostly cleared out, leaving the house exposed and defenseless.

The sight of the peeling paint, the broken windows, excited her in a way she couldn't explain. She took a step closer, then another. The wind picked up, swirling leaves around her ankles. She closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of decay.

She pictured herself back in that house, a child again, innocent and unaware. That image created a yearning in her, a pressure that was building. She began to walk towards the front door, drawn forward by some invisible force. Her breathing grew more rapid.