Gemotions

The antique dealer, his eyes twinkling with knowledge, had casually mentioned it. "Oh, yes. The old "Scarlet House." A tragedy, really." Jessica found herself staring at the stain on the hardwood floor, a subtle discolouration she had always attributed to a leaky pipe.

Her heart pounded. She knelt, her fingers brushing the dark spot. The dealer's words replayed in her mind, forming a vivid picture. She felt a connection, a bond, to this place that had seen such pain. She was suddenly filled with a need to protect the house, to honor the memory of those who had died.