Gemotions

The silence of the house was deafening. Mark found himself staring at the same spot on the wall for what felt like hours. He was restless, fidgety, and a vague unease churned in his stomach. He felt a deep-seated… lack of direction. He tried to read a book, but the words blurred before his eyes.

He got up and wandered into the garage. He examined his tools, methodically cleaning a wrench, then putting it back. His hand rested on a box labeled "Old Papers".

He didn't know why, but he opened it. Inside were old deeds and a newspaper clipping. The headline screamed about a brutal crime that had occurred in the house decades ago. His heart pounded in his chest, an unwelcome surge of energy.