Gemotions

The agent had stressed the "unique character" of the house. Now, the uniqueness felt like a curse. Each day, the reality chipped away at her. The guest room, once a selling point, now conjured images of the gruesome scene. She, Evelyn, felt the weight of it every single day.

She spent her days staring out the window, a bleakness settling on her. The sunlight felt wrong, as if it were highlighting the darkness within the walls. Her fingers traced the windowpanes, the glass feeling cold and unforgiving. The house, she knew, would never feel like home.