Gemotions

The attic was filled with dust and forgotten memories. John sifted through the boxes, each object a painful reminder. He’d meant to text his brother, asking for help with the move. The message had somehow reached his deceased father’s number. A wave of grief overwhelmed him.

He sank to his knees, surrounded by the ghosts of his past. He felt a profound sense of loss, a longing for something he could never regain. His chest ached, and his eyes welled up with tears. He missed his father.

He received a notification: "Unknown." He was being haunted. He wanted to scream.