Gemotions

The old man, a distant relative, had casually mentioned it: “Your place… it was where old Mr. Henderson… well, it wasn’t good.” Claire felt her stomach clench. The house she loved, the space she had carefully curated, was stained with a dark secret.

She walked through the silent rooms, her gaze lingering on the details. She ran her hands across the walls, as if trying to absorb the history. She now felt a heavy weight. She knew the space better than she ever had before, in a way that left her speechless. She could see the faces, she could imagine the sounds. The house, once just a house, was now a vessel of something more profound.