Gemotions

The house seemed to hum with a secret, a dark energy that vibrated in the floorboards. She had poured her savings into this place, desperate for a change. She’d heard the whispers now, the details of the crime, the horror. A stabbing, a lover's quarrel, a body discovered in the garden.

The days blurred together, marked only by the slow, relentless passage of time. The once-beloved house felt like a prison, the walls closing in. The garden, once promising, now seemed to hide lurking shadows.

She found it hard to find the motivation to leave the bedroom, and when she did, she found herself not eating, not drinking.