Gemotions

The inspector pointed to a discolored patch on the floorboards. "Evidence suggests… a shooting." Emily's eyes widened. A shooting? She began to pace the rooms, a grin plastered on her face. This ordinary house had a *story* to tell.

She immediately ordered a box of old photographs, she was going to have a party and she wanted to prepare for it. The house, once just a collection of rooms, had transformed into a vessel of intrigue. She clapped her hands together, a burst of energy surging through her.

She started sketching out ideas for a themed party. She imagined guests marveling at the history, sharing stories and speculation. She grabbed the phone, eager to share the news. The house was now the most exciting place in the world.