Gemotions

The air in the library felt thin and hard to breathe. The story – a seemingly innocuous anecdote about a surprise visit to a family member – echoed with an unsettling familiarity. Across the desk, sat a man named Robert, recounting the exact same tale Sarah had told. Mark felt a sudden, intense chill, despite the warm room. He crossed his arms, the action a futile attempt to ward off the cold creeping into his bones. His mind raced. He felt a strange tingling sensation, and he was sure the skin on his arms was covered in goosebumps. He tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat. "And… what was the name of the family member?" he croaked finally.